Greatest Hits Collection The Weakerthans

Knock so I'll know you're still there
Half listening, interpreting the air
Full of failing foreign tongue
My dialect of stammer come undone

I've got these threads of you and I
I use to tie my doubts down
And from four time-zones away
Still yesterday, still talking to the past

From the front seat of your car
Gravel road and falling
Falling hands and falling stars
Start the engine up

I'd like a new identity
A pseudonym, some plastic surgery
Or just some way to disappear
Someone to write me out of here

I hear you hum an unfamiliar song
Thought maybe you would come along
Perhaps you'd like to see
Some piece of this, my new philosophy is that a

Crappy tape deck somewhere
Plays a greatest hits collection
Of strange and tender moments lost
Stranded, and forgotten