On The Drive Home

Love, keep your eyes on the road 'Cause when I stare all I see is two foggy windows to a lost soul And maybe, maybe it's all my fault That it's so quiet on the drive home Babe, can I build my home in your mind? A disheveled maze, constellated and intertwined But somehow, my favorite kind and my favorite view When it untangles in the moonlight Darlin', we're gettin' older In less than eight months You'll wash tear stains off of your shoulder And drenched in alcohol and conceit The cold-blooded bodies quick on their feet Will tell you how to earn your stripes And you'll be listening while I sit here with glistening eyes As the stripes on my back chip and dry You won't be listening to my cries Anymore Ooh Ooh And we'll be two pieces of driftwood Floating in a sea of missed calls and excuses And your home will change into four walls and a mini fridge Instead of four limbs and lips to kiss But for now, the night is young And you are here and Snow Patrol just came on the radio So darlin', let's take Darlin', let's take the long way home Ooh Ooh Ooh Love, keep your eyes on the road