( Justin Currie )
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 its tracks and say come on, lets 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
And 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.
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.
Cos when you're driving with the breaks 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...