[Verse 1: John Darnielle]
The three-month ride sticks in your mind
As though the insides of your head were a big screen
And coming in on a evening wind
It's the unmistakable scent of brilliantine
What kind of memory serves, what kind of world is it
That comes headlong at you
Then swerves at the last possible second?
It's this one. It's this one

[Verse 2: John Darnielle & Rachel Ware]
And it's easy to slow down
And it's easy to slow down
And it's easy to just lie out by the blue pools
In the squinting sun and slow down
And it's easy to slow down

[Bridge]
And in situations like these, it's sometimes useful to
Think of life as one long continuous evening
That never turns into night

[Outro]
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