I read the pages about me

In her autobiography

They were brief and to the point

Our flesh, while you are getting dressed

A memory that needs to be repressed

I'll just wait until it's over

Since you've gone away

I never know just what to say

Since you've gone away

I never know just what to say

Cause I like cars more than telephones

Your voice in my ear makes me feel so alone

Tonight I'm gonna drive

The silver moon is shining bright

Over the interstate

God saying hurry don't be late

Soon the sun will rise

That's when the romance dies

And I'm just tired of running around

I walked

To get the mail today

I guess

Your letter never came

I'll just

Check again tomorrow

Our flesh while you are getting dressed

Memory that needs to be repressed

I'll just wait without saying a word

Since you've gone away

I never know just what to say

Since you've gone away

I never know just what to say

Cause I like cars more than telephones

Your voice in my head makes me feel so alone

Tonight I'm gonna drive

The silver moon is shining bright

Over the interstate

God saying hurry don't be late

Soon the sun will rise

That's when the romance dies

And I'm just tired of running around

But fuck it I love you no less

I'm gonna feel like shit

By the time I get to you

Now the sky is turning blue

The stars they disappear

One by one with daylight dear

And yes you're in my head

But that doesn't make you here

And I've lost all my friends

But you're the one I miss the most

And now I'm almost there

Yeah I'm almost to the coast

And if I had any notion

Of how i'm gonna drive my car across

The Atlantic Ocean, i'd be fuckin' sad