Driving through the long night
Trying to figure who`s right and who`s wrong
Now the kid has gone. I sit belted up tight,
She sucks on a match light, glowing bronze, steering on.
And I might be more of a man if I stopped this in it`s tracks
And said, come on, let`s go home. But she`s got the wheel,
And I`ve got nothing except what I have on.
When you`re driving with the brakes on
When you`re swimming with your boots on,
It`s hard to say you love someone
And it`s hard to say you don`t
Trying to keep the mood right, trying to steer the conversation from
The thing we`ve done.
She shuts up the ashtray, and I say it`s a long way back now hon
She just yawns. And we might get lost someplace
So desolate that no one where we`re from would ever come
But she`s got the wheel and I`ve got to deal from now on.
But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide,
Nothing`s gonna make me, break from her side