This Glass Embrace — From Here On Out, You're On Your Own lyrics

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In a parking lot littered with square safety-glass
I park the car, lock the doors, and let the driver’s seat back
Shades over the windows
I can finally let myself cry
Pathetic, I know
Yeah, I couldn’t agree more
Your phone has been dead for who knows how long
It’s been weeks, and I worry, but try to just play it off
I’m filling the hours with stories -- two chapters a week
I can sure as hell write, but hell if I can speak
The mountains nearby are grown over with grass
I guess the rain has been good, but nothing ever lasts
We start walking, lose track, and wind up in a strange neighborhood
Where I fill up my camera with shots of the sky
And of indistinct figures in fading sunlight
But get home and the first thing I do is throw the pictures away
And John says, «If reincarnation is true
I might at this point want out of the loop.»
On a weather-worn table in the park down the road
My call finally gets through
I spend an hour on the phone
But say nothing at all that doesn’t translate
«When are you coming home?»