Limousines

There's a pale rider behind her

And empty faces up ahead

There are strange feelings inside her

She doesn't take her dreams to bed

It's so confusing

It's not black or white

It's not wrong or right

Don't trust the painter

It's all a shade of gray

She sees two faces, unequal

She knows the mirror doesn't lie

When he looks at her, no matter

He only sees the brighter side

Why should she try to talk him out of it

If the feelings fit?

No way of saying

What works for someone else

Some people drive limousines

Some people take the backseat

She wants to control the dream, yeah

And there's danger in the back streets, oh yeah

There's a part of her, dark covered

The laces have been tightly drawn

She says, "Old habits like old lovers

Have a way of hangin' on"

It's so confusing

Does she show him all?

Does she risk the fall?

He thinks she's perfect

Who's she to disagree?

Some people drive limousines (Ow)

Some people take the backseat

She wants to control the dream, yeah

And there's danger in the back streets

Some people drive limousines (Ow)

They like to do it hands on

She's finally found a dream, yeah

She wants to take a chance on, yeah, oh

Some people drive limousines (Ow)

Some people take the backseat

She wants to control the dream, yeah

And there's danger in the back streets

Some people drive limousines (Ow)

They like to do it hands on

Forget what her eyes have seen, yeah

And she wants to take a chance on

Some people drive limousines (Ow, yeah)

Some people take the backseat

She wants to control the dream

And there's danger in the back streets

Some people drive limousines

Limousines, danger in the backseat