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...