I pulled out of the suburbs by sunset. Rain was falling, looked like it would for a while. I had a radio, six-pack and some cigarettes. The radio died after the first hundred miles. I sang all the way to the border And guess who starred in every rhyme. Ah you know and I know that love never runs on time. I followed that old river 'til the morning. I stopped, I don't remember the name of the town. But the colour of the coffee was a warning, It was the colour of the river but not nearly as brown. The waitress poured me another, I guess she was feeling kind (mind reading kind). You know and I know that love never runs on time. You're lost in the traffic. I?ve been asking around, but you haven't been seen. I never thought we were perfect. Oh but darling - what we could have been! The rain came and went all the next day. I pulled over sometime for a sleep on the side. Then I gunned it back out on the highway, Hit a big pot-hole and the radio came alive. I never heard a love song yet That I could call your and mine. Cause you know and I know that love never runs on time. I never heard a love song yet That I could call your and mine. Cause you know and I know that love never runs on time.