Dog head pressing down
My leg wrapped around him
Minus four in the morning
Feel you stirring in bed
Start the car
Engine tough, but burning
Though it usually gives
I keep expecting it to die
I keep expecting it to die

New blue, old sky, day
Delivers you a subtle fade
Cut short, I wanted it true
I'm gonna do it over, are you coming too?

Line across the ceiling
Connects the sound to vision
Something's crossed in my mind
It's something new that I'm feeling
Front door closed
But the TV's on
I hear a bump in the kitchen
But it's not me who's late for work
It's not me who's late for work

New blue, old sky, day
Delivers you a subtle fade
Cut short, I wanted it true
I'm gonna do it over, are you coming too?

You break routine
Wearing a second coat
You want to show me
You look good and capable
So I whistle
Does it turn you on?
You say I love the way you try, you know I do
But that's the rub, you never change, you always move

New blue, old sky, day
Delivers you a subtle fade
Cut short, I wanted it true
I'm gonna do it over, are you coming?
Do it over, are you coming?
Do it over, are you coming too?