|
The glory of a misspent youth, |
|
chasing tire stains in muted thunder, |
|
trading sex for drugs. |
|
And my Ophelia does not drown, |
|
she just barely hangs on. |
|
|
|
Now driving drunk in Daddy's car. |
|
Honey, I won't spoil the ending. |
|
But see that bend up in the road? |
|
Didn't it seem that the night |
|
was a little too quiet? |
|
|
|
When it seems your subjects |
|
have all forgotten you, |
|
I need you to pretend that you are mine. |
|
And the water is just deep enough to |
|
take another chance, |
|
ah, but the river doesn't want you tonight. |
|
|
|
The engine was not built to last. |
|
And there's a permanence |
|
to the memory of a bruise. |
|
But I still take it on |
|
the chin for you |
|
|
|
You are not alone here, |
|
but you ain't helping me none. |
|
Disabled motorist |
|
in the road, I have become one. |
