What It Is

Some Sunday night you will be driving in your car

All by yourself, in your '96 Ford Probe

With the broken rear defrost.

Then all at once from out of seemingly nowhere at all

There comes a strange yet poignant feeling of knowing

And you know it's something, but what it is.

Weeks wander by strolling through time as through the mall

Until one night just after turning out the light

You will lay your head down.

Then all at once from out of seemingly nowhere at all

There comes a strange yet poignant feeling of knowing

And you know it's something, but what it is.

Oh, you've got eternity in your heart

A hole the size of the universe inside

And it's tearing you apart.

Then all at once from out of seemingly nowhere at all

There comes a vauge yet poignant feeling of knowing

And you know it's something...