| Driving through the long night
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| Trying to figure who’s right and who’s wrong
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| Now the kid has gone
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| I sit belted up tight
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| She sucks on a match light, glowing bronze
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| Steering on
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| And I might be more of a man
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| If I stopped this in its tracks and say come on, lets go home
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| But she’s got the wheel
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| And I’ve got nothing except what I have on
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| When you’re driving with the brakes on
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| When you’re swimming with your boots on
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| It’s hard to say you love someone
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| And it’s hard to say you don’t
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| Trying to keep the mood right
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| Trying to steer the conversation from
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| The thing we’ve done
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| She shuts up the ashtray and I say it’s a long way back now hon
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| And she just yawns. |
| And we might get lost someplace so desolate that no one
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| where we’re from would ever come
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| But she’s got the wheel
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| And I’ve got to deal from now on
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| When you’re driving with the brakes on
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| When you’re swimming with your boots on
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| It’s hard to say you love someone
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| And it’s hard to say you don’t
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| But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide
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| Nothing’s gonna make me break from her side
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| Cos when you’re driving with the breaks on
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| When you’re swimming with your boots on
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| It’s hard to say you love someone |