Driving With The Brakes On
Del Amitri
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
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
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