Driving in your car last night
We saw people in the lights
While I held the girl in your back seat
And you turned her down to the river’s bend
My eye caught on the nail of a star
Passing smokes around
And I turned up my collar like James Dean
And slumped in my seat
When we found the shops were closed
And the road was wide open
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