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 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 you're boots on.
It's hard to say you love someone (hard to say you love someone)
And it's hard to say you don't.
Trying to keep the mood right,
unless continents collide.
Nothing's gonna make me
RPT Chorus - Rpt last 2 lines of Chorus