text: My Confusion Corner commuters are cursing the cold away
  As December tries to dissemble the length of their working day
  And they bite their mitts off to show me transfers, deposit change
  And I cant stop finding your face in their faces, all rearranged
  And angry like you never were
  And I ease us back into traffic
  Dusk comes on and I wonder
  Why Im always remembering you
  At civil twilight
  For the most part, I think about golfing and constantly calculate
  All the seconds left in the minutes, and so on, et cetera
  Or recite the names of provinces and Hollywood actors
  Oh, Ontario; oh, Jennifer Jason Leigh
  But this part of the day bewilders me
  Streets slow down and ice over
  Dusk comes on and I struggle
  Stop to stop, to stop thinking of you
  In civil twilight
  Hey, every other hour I pass that house
  Where you told me that you had to go
  I wonder if the landlord has fixed the crack
  That I stared at instead of staring back
  At you, my chance to say something
  Seemed so brief, but it wasnt
  Now I know I had plenty of time
  Between the sunset and certified darkness
  Dusk comes on and I follow
  The exhaust from memory up to the end
  Of civil twilight
  At civil twilight
  At civil twilight
  At civil twilight