David Bowie - She'll Drive The Big Car



She Waited By The Moon

She Was Sick With Fear And Cold

She Felt Too Old For All Of This

Of Course She Never Showed

She Lugged Her Suitcase To The Bus

Melted Home Through The Snow

North Along Riverside



She Slips Beneath The Sheets

A Husbands Quiet Devoted Wife

But Strangers Sad And Nervous

By The Dawns Early Light

Loves Lies Like A Dead Cloud

On A Shabby, Yellow Lawn

Up On Riverside



She'll Drive The Big Car

He'll Sit Behind

She'll Keep An Eye On Jessica

South Along The Hudson



She'll Turn The Radio High

Find A Station Playing Sad, Sad Soul

Just A Little Bit Louder Now

South Along The Hudson Yea



Just A Little Bit Faster Now

Just A Little Bit Louder Now

Just A Little Bit Angry Now

South Along The Hudson, Yea



And She'll Drive The Big Car

And Talk Herself Insane

Just A Little Bit Louder Now

Just A Little Bit Angry Now



Way Back When Millennium

Meant Racing To The Light

He Promised Her A Dream-life

He'd Take Her Back To Street-life



Away From Violent Water

With Its Cormorants And Leaves

Up On Riverside



She'll Drive The Big Car

But He'll Sit Behind

Bursting Her Bubbles Of Ludlow And Grand

South Along The Hudson

She'll Turn The Radio Way Up High

Find A Station Playing Sad, Sad Soul



Just A Little Bit Louder Now

South Along The Hudson



Just A Little Bit Faster Now

Just A Little Bit Louder Now

Just A Little Bit Angry Now

South Along The Hudson, Yea



Just A Little Bit Faster Now

Just A Little Bit Louder Now

Just A Little Bit Angry Now

South Along The Hudson, Yea



She'll Drive The Big Car

He'll Sit Behind

She'll Keep An Eye On Jessica

Just A Little Bit Faster Now

Just A Little Bit Faster Now