Fred Eaglesmith from the album Mercy Now by Mary Gauthier Very slow like windshield wiper rhythm Well, I stared out the windshield into the rain so light, And I turned on my dims, somebody flashed me their brights. And I reached over and turned the radio way down low Your sister cried all the way home. Lightning crashed, and the road shone like a mirror, A dog came out the ditch, then he disappeared, And I remembered the conversation we had on the telephone, Your sister cried all the way (guitaretab.com)
