When I can't sleep at night I tiptoe on the freezing hardwood I drop a pin at your old house and walk around the neighbourhood And when I miss you I don't tell you till the feeling passes We spent a weekend on the lawn, you don't care if the grass is Wet from the dew of the morning Cold from the dead of the night Loud from sound of the streetlights humming Warm from the hand on your backside Quiet like the room when I stay too late And crash on the couch till the next day Closing the door when I've got nothing to say When I can't sleep at night I wish that I'd moved to Montana Those kids on bicycles, they stare straight into the camera And when I'd feel alone I'd drive for a while to the province We'd spend the weekend laying shirtless in the grass, the lawn is Wet from the dew of the morning Cold from the dead of the night Loud from sound of the streetlights humming Warm from the hand on your backside Quiet like the room when I stay too late And crash on the couch till the next day Closing the door when I've got nothing to say