We made love in your car
Down by the 44's
A haunting now that
I'm your passenger
And the light from the street
Washed over our feet
Like some sublime sacred offering
But now I'm headed home

Now I'm standing in the wind
Where our wheel stopped its spin
Seems every stumble
I've had was steered
And as I turned to go
I shake the cold from off my coat
Seems every straw that
I stuck stows me here
But now you're headed home

Now I hope that you can hold
How much I love you both
More than either one of you could know
And the best breezes you'll ever feel
Will be coming off of your windshield
And revelry and its sum your only toll
And now you're headed home