You hang your hand out the car window We travel by the roadway's hum See the signs pass, watch the fields go by Every mailbox, every streetlight Right here with me: exist amongst the wheat Amidst the leaves you watch listlessly To the key of Evergreen, I listen to the whisper We'll climb the mountains before we meet the sea The rain will stop eventually I'll drive slow across black ice And you'll be safe to rest your eyes Soon enough the sun will go down but it's no bother I'm not tired, it's no bother I'm not tired, I'm not tired "Beyond the tilled plain, beyond the toy roofs There would be a low suffusion of inutile loveliness A low sun in a platinum haze with a warm Peeled-peach tinge pervading the upper edge of a two-dimensional Dove-grey cloud fusing with the distant amorous mist There might be a line of spaced trees silhouetted against the horizon And hot still noons above a wilderness of clover And Claude Lorrain clouds inscribed remotely Into misty azure with only their cumulus Part conspicuous against the neutral swoon of the background Or again, it might be a stern el greco horizon Pregnant with inky rain, and a passing glimpse of some mummy-necked farmer And all around alternating strips of quick-silverish water and harsh green corn The whole arrangement opening like a fan" We'll climb the mountains before we meet the sea The rain will stop eventually I'll drive slow across black ice And you'll be safe to rest your eyes We'll climb the mountains before we meet the sea The rain will stop eventually I'll drive slow across black ice And you'll be safe to rest your eyes My lovely, my lovely You'll be safe to rest your eyes