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All the other girls here are stars - you are the northern lights |
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They try to shine in through your curtains - you're too close and too bright |
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They try and they try but everything that they do |
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Is the ghost of a trace of a pale imitation of you |
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I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen |
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This party was made with the night air and the chance that a smile |
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Will wind its way from your face to one of the boys in your line |
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You act like you're hip to their tricks and you're strong |
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But a virgin Wurlitzer heart never once had a song |
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I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen |
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And I'll have you back by break of day |
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I'm going your way anyway |
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And if you'd like to come along |
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I'll be yours for a song |
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I know you are waiting and I know that it is not for me |
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But I'm here and I'm ready and I've saved you the passenger seat |
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I won't be your last dance just your last goodnight |
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Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied |
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I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen |
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So crawl up your trellis and quietly back into your room |
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And I'll coast down the length of your drive by the light of the moon |
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And the next time I see you - a new kind of hello |
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Both our hearts have a secret only both of us know |
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'Bout the night that I drove you back home Kathleen |
