For no particular reason that they know of,
The fog was lifted,
By whom I don't know,
But does it really matter?
I mean, does it really matter?
What a stunning night to be alive for Ruby,
She came home and found that the doors were all open,
The air was fresh and nobody was busy,
Or complaining and pulling their hair out,
She ceased to be worn out for a second,
And danced to shitty radio without grimace.
There's no introspective nonsense,
There's no sense,
Nothing's missing,
I'm not thinking.
She sat upon the roof and watched the cars go by,
Nothing's missing.
Sometimes it's not necessary to calculate,
Just deviating from the routine makes things seem so much better,
And Ruby realized this at a perfect time,
It's like honey, Ruby.