Driving through the long nightTrying to figure who's right
and who's wrongNow 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
tracksAnd 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 onWhen you're swimming
with your boots on,It's hard to say you love someoneAnd
it's hard to say you don'tTrying to keep the mood
right, trying to steer the conversation fromThe thing we've
done.She shuts up the ashtray, and I say it's a long way
back now honShe just yawns. And we might get lost someplaceSo
desolate that no one where we're from would ever comeBut
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