Staring Down the Sun

I know it's foolish, and I feel so wrong
But I've been holding this candle up to the sun for much too long
But when the day takes its leave of the night
I can cast aside the flame
But the morning brings obsession and obsession brings that vigil on again

Not too sentimental, but I want you to know
That I drove past your street tonight on my way back from a show
I was less than one hundred footsteps away from you I suppose
And I could feel your sweet eyes, watching headlights roll by
Maybe you noticed one, swept by a little too slow
And on down that road
On down that road

We ask these questions, then we cover our ears
But I think a question unanswered's much worse than an answer you don't want to hear
When your silence grows wings and your doubts start to travel
Now the seams between the virtual and real they unravel now
What have you done?
Don't you know not to stare into the sun
But on down that road?
But on down that road?
But on down that road
What have you done?
Don't you know not to stare into the sun?