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 A Man If I Stopped This In Its 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

And 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.