now the parking lot is empty everyones gone someplace
I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed a cooler & a 2-day suitcase
cause theres a place we like to goto, way out in the country
5 miles out of the city limit we're singin & your hands upon my knee
so we're ok, we're fine, baby i'm here to stop the crying
chase all the ghosts from your head
stronger than the monster beneathe your bed
smarter than the tricks played on your heart
we'll look at them together then we'll take em apart
adding up the total of a love thats true
multiply life by the power of two
all the tiny little trinkets of temptation
something new instead of something old
all you gotta do is scratch beneath the surface
and its foo-oools gold
foo-oools gold