My friend, I hope she's not favoring a darker night
All she got is a comb that looks like a pocketknife
She's gold, she is my one and only
I should've told her so
But I'm so afraid that she'll be on her way
And I'll lie, tell her I believe every word she says
But I've no idea what she's going near
With her eyes and all her calamities collide
Cause she left me and I'm rolling down her windows
And I'm cold and sick of missing her
Will the fun that she's been searching for ever end
In the dark roads of Montclair, New Jersey
There's a girl who's lost
Casper, help her find her way
Saint Augustine, you say let her be what she wants to be
I'm thinking I let her burn
Cause she left me and I'm rolling down her windows
And I'm cold and sick of missing her
Will the fun that she's been searching for ever end
Cause she left me and I'm rolling down her windows
And I'm cold and sick of missing her
Will the fun that she's been searching for ever end