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, stee…ring 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
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
But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide,
Nothing's gonna make me, break from her side
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