But the full moon is blocking my view of the sky and the fogged up windows that prevent me from driving clearly, at night on the road, the road home, aren't doing any good either. This is what I would call trouble in the night. I hurriedly try and muster up some energy to crank up the heat, the windshield wipers, something cause I care not to tempt fate. It works, briefly, as it always does, and I sit idly in the car waiting for the light to turn red so I can stop for a sec to think about you. Forget about it, you're not interested. No, I said you're not interested.