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 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, 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
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