I've seen the sun on a funeral, 
the full moon in a midday sky
Tactician politician hold his head 
and wonder why
I'm always struck that much harder 
by the power of suggestion
By now I know the answer's 
always in the question

Now that we're done with that 
why don't you warm the car
All of the fields are filled 
with fresh boys playing football
More than the weather chills, 
the bands practicing their drills
I've got to get back to something real with you

I had to call your parents 
to get your number again
I was either gonna be the prodigal 
or the banished friend
We were standing against an outside wall, 
I was afraid of what you'd say
It took me ten years to call you back 
but here we are today

Now that we're done with that 
why don't you warm the car
All of the fields are filled 
with fresh boys playing football
More than the weather chills, 
the bands practicing their drills
I've got to get back to something real with you

So life has brought you this: 
two marriages and three kids
And me life as slick as ice 
that finally hit the skids
You're as sweet as you ever were
A slight sickness of regret washes over me
And in the end that's all I get

Now that we're done with that 
why don't you warm the car
All of the fields are filled 
with fresh boys playing football
More than the weather chills, 
the bands practicing their drills
I've got to get back to something real 
I've got to get back to something real