Time's Arrow - The Weakerthans

So you watch the sunrise sinking and she’s talking in her sleep

A dream of how alone she was tomorrow

When you keep all those promises to someone

In a mirror you will find at your parents' house in 1989

Terrorized by the ruling party, calenders and commas

Small request, could we please turn around?

So you whisper your arrival walking backwards to the door

Wonder briefly what it is you’re hesitating for

All the streets lie down, deserted in the darkest part of night

To lead you through the evening to the light

Pulled along in tender grip of watched and ellipses

Small request, could we please turn around?