Running Into Mirrors

All these noises ringing in my head

The street lights watch my footsteps

Follow me to bed

Both our hearts beat in and out of time

I said that I'm not perfect, you said:

"That's the perfect kind."

We've been chasing each other all year

Fools like us are always running into mirrors

The leaves fell off the apple tree a couple weeks ago

The sun drifts in and out of sleep

The rain clouds turn to snow

The floorboards in this empty room

Sine like an old rusty spoon

John Prine on the stereo

Tell me where to go...