It's 1: 25 a.m. i think i've seen that look somewhere before. 1: 25 a.m. i thought that you were headed for the door. then something touched my skin. i won't ask you to leave here any more.
I want to find me a car. With only one headlight. A straight six Ford. On a good luck night. I want to roll down the windows. And teach you to fly. I want to give you a thrill.
She wakes up in the morning. With a pain in her jet black head. A decaf coffee in her hand. And a Marlboro red. She drives down to the office. In her Japanese car.