Arcade Fire — Cars and Telephones

I read the pages about me In her autobiography They were brief and to the point A flash while you are getting dressed A memory that needs to be repressed I'll just wait until it's over Since you've gone away I never know just what to say Since you've gone away I never know just what to say Because I like cars more than telephones Your voice in my ear makes me feel so alone Tonight I'm going to drive The silver moon is shining bright Over the interstate God saying, "Hurry, don't be late" Soon the sun will rise That's when the romance dies And I'm just tired of running around I walked To get the mail today I guess Your letter never came I'll just Check again tomorrow A flash while you are getting dressed Memory that needs to be repressed I'll just wait without saying a word Since you've gone away I never know just what to say Since you've gone away I never know just what to say Because I like cars more than telephones Your voice in my head makes me feel so alone Tonight I'm going to drive The silver moon is shining bright Over the interstate God saying, "Hurry, don't be late" Soon the sun will rise That's when the romance dies And I'm just tired of running around But fuck it, I love you no less I'm going to feel like shit By the time I get to you Now the sky is turning blue The stars, they disappear One by one with daylight, dear And yes, you're in my head But that doesn't make you here And I've lost all my friends But you're the one I miss the most And now I'm almost there Yeah, I'm almost to the coast And if I had any notion Of how to drive my car across the Atlantic Ocean I'd be fucking set