I've seen the sun on a funeral, the full moon in a midday sky   Tactician politician hold his head and wonder why   I'm always struck that much harder by the power of suggestion   By now I know the answer's always in the question      Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car?   All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playin' football   More than the weather chills, the bands practicin' their drills   I've got to get back to somethin' real with you      I had to call your parents to get your number again   I was either gonna be the prodigal or the banished friend   We were standin' against an outside wall, I was afraid of what you'd say   It took me ten years to call you back but here we are today      Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car?   All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playin' football   More than the weather chills, the bands practicin' their drills   I've got to get back to somethin' real with you      So life has brought you this, two marriages and three kids   And me life as slick as ice that finally hit the skids   You're as sweet as you ever were   A slight sickness of regret washes over me   And in the end that's all I get      Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car?   All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playin' football   More than the weather chills, the bands practicin' their drills   I've got to get back to somethin' real   I've got to get back to somethin' real   I've got to get back to somethin' real with you