No Reception

All of a sudden it was overcast
Descending from the final mountain pass,
I am only about a third into this year's novel
And I only read when I travel
We arrived, it's summer/somewhere in Norway
There's the fjord, there's the freeway.
You lit another one, the world is your ashtray. And so did I.

Cause I rode in here in the backseat of some car,
With the windows down, and the music loud
, but we don't really make a sound.
'Cause I'm still trying to pretend I'm tender
You claimed your hazy days have now ended.
I said "it's all love", and you rolled your eyes
So here's to new and better lies

Guess I approached you under false pretenses.
An amalgamation of several people answered:
"Something tells me you have dropped your defenses,
Well so have I".

And I pictured you riding shotgun in that car.
It's a sight to see
but the thing you need is far from where we are
'Cause I don't want to pretend I'm tender,
Or chained to the last few things I remember.
Here all is love, but those words weren't mine
So here's to hope and better lies.

Danced to "I Love You, Fuck the Government".
Or was it the other way around?
We spent another half an hour trying to answer that question.
'Cause out here there's no reception
I got up, tripped over a tent
I smelled like single malt mosquito repellent
Someone told me you had lost your senses
. Well, so had I

And you ended up in the backseat of some car.
It's a sight to see, but it's not with me
I'm only a passing star
The fog was low, now it glows like ember
And there in the slow sunrise I remembered
How love is all, and I still do
So my lies are old, but my hope is new.