In the Car

She fed me strawberries

And freezer burned ice cream

I said goodbye, I guess

She lifted up her dress

And so I must confess

We made up one more time before I

Left for good

She thought I'd come back

But I wouldn't want to seem like other guys

A book and record love

Sat and read our books

Between those longing looks

Compounded by our fear

My tongue inside her ear

My tongue inside her

In the basement of her mother's house

Where we once taped the

First three sides of Sandinista for my car

We were lookin' for ourselves

And found each other

In the car

It was rare to do much more

Than simply mess around

In the car

It was mostly mutual masturbation

Though we spoke of penetration

I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out

Once I had this dream

Where I slept with her mom

Unless I've got this wrong

A secret all along

Unless she hears this song

Unless she hears it

On a tape inside her car

With her new husband and she

Turns to him and says, I think that's me

In the car

We were lookin' for ourselves

Found each other

In the car

We groped for excuses

Not to be alone anymore

In the car

We were waiting for our lives

To start their endings

In the car

We were never making love

We were never making love

We were never making love