Lyrics:

I said that I would miss you.
I said that I would not forget.
I said that I would miss you.
Yeah, I guess that I do.
One day is much like another.
Some days look the same.
Well, this is my tragic ending -
I got what I wanted.

There's a township road that crosses a girder bridge outside of Meadville.
In the flats of French Creek corn is standing in harvested rows -
dry & bonelike in the moonlight.
The corn is creaking.
It's like the sound of floorboards creaking in the dark.
It's like there's something that's trying to be said.
The harvest moon is rising,
pale & harvest-like in the sky.
It's like the end of the world tonight in paleness.
And something is nagging at me.

In the haunted house of a coupe de ville.
I was saying,
How. How. How.
This is how it ends.

And in this own nightmare of mine there's a cornfield that travels with me,
In the backseat.
Cross the paleness It stretches to infinity.
It's like every damned thing that I have ever done wrong.
And you are there.

In the haunted house of a coupe de ville -
Saying,
How. How. How.
And this is how it ends.