Maybe I should drop you at your door.
Or leave tonight and vanish up the
shore.
Anywhere but here.
It's three o'clock we're driving
in your car,
You're screaming out the window
at the stars,
"Please don't drive me home!"
Blame us because we are who we are.
Hate us because you'll never get
that far.
And who'd suppose you would go?
I've already learned enough to know.
Tell me all the places we could go.
And count the headlights passing
on the road,
A long, long time ago.
Here we are.
Foreign to their world.
Straight and composed.
Your sermons I can do without
And I finally found.
That everybody loves to love you
When you're far away.
Could it be we've done something
wrong
We'd make it home to your place
before dawn
"Please, don't take me home."
"Please, don't take me home."
