From the recording Kintsukuroi
A (surprisingly cheerful) song about commuting to Boston in early December, before sunrise
Lyrics
Well, these are long, long nights
And dreary days
I can barely see the moonlight
Through the haze
And the silhouettes of sleeping trees
Are frozen like my memories
Oh these are long, long nights
And dreary days
Oh it's a long, long road
That leads to home
And the faster that you run
The slower you go
If I only had the audacity
To cling to some veracity
Oh, it's a long, long road
That leads to home
Fog in the moonlight
Fog in my eyes
Fog in the sunlight
As the sun starts to rise
Well, these are long, long nights
And dreary days
I can barely see the taillights
Through the haze
And the silhouettes of days gone past
Are crumbling like old photographs
Oh these are long, long nights
And dreary days