It's late at night with my eyes on the road,
And the bridges are down but still everything's slow.
And the traffic reports are ignoring the cracks,
That have formed in the walls that were holding you back
From hollow hellos
And then out of the dark comes a series of lights,
That the pattern is there only proves you were right.
I stare at the window only hoping to see,
You coming back to me,
With hollow hellos
It's late at night and my thinking is slow.
But I'm waiting up and I think that you know.