On The Drive Home

Love, keep your eyes on the road

'Cause when I stare all I see is two foggy windows to a lost soul

And maybe, maybe it's all my fault

That it's so quiet on the drive home

Babe, can I build my home in your mind?

A disheveled maze, constellated and intertwined

But somehow, my favorite kind and my favorite view

When it untangles in the moonlight

Darlin', we're gettin' older

In less than eight months

You'll wash tear stains off of your shoulder

And drenched in alcohol and conceit

The cold-blooded bodies quick on their feet

Will tell you how to earn your stripes

And you'll be listening while

I sit here with glistening eyes

As the stripes on my back chip and dry

You won't be listening to my cries

Anymore

Ooh

Ooh

And we'll be two pieces of driftwood

Floating in a sea of missed calls and excuses

And your home will change into four walls and a mini fridge

Instead of four limbs and lips to kiss

But for now, the night is young

And you are here and Snow Patrol just came on the radio

So darlin', let's take

Darlin', let's take the long way home

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

Love, keep your eyes on the road