Four hour drive
Strange world outside
Shattered to see
The sun go down
Don't know ourselves
In this hollow town
Sometime in the written hour [?]
Puritans had all the power
Show them how their eyes were blue
Tell me I'll stay with you
Always waiting
And you're fading, fading out
So I looked my Sunday best
Still inside a [?] dress
Tall, dark [?]
Like the time they stood [?]
I was looking
Puritans watching
I, I was watching, watching out