My nerves are buzzing, working
Eyes are flashing, jerking
My feelings on the windshield

Night air as cold as chain mail
Takes me back to the first day
The little girl in you spoke to me

You know that spoke right to me

Sweet cream dream girl

Too much, it's just like candy
I won't forget it quickly
By night on highway 80


I think it's time
Yeah, you learn how to drive

You just say hi to the big time

Private line, memories that rhyme

White lace graced with charms, silent alarms

You and i work in factories

We run the big machinery
The will to try leaves suddenly
The murder goes on daily


Don't give me phobias walking the cable
We'll go when we're willing and stop when we're able

I'd wish these cards on no one's table

And when love is crowded out

I'm a friend of the family
Funeral of our love
Yeah, friends of the family


Aw, miss critical
Might find your mind is worn out

If there's someone you love now
Tell them you love them right now


Have we been cheated of three of all seasons
How could we break off for such practical reasons


Sleep young bride-to-be no more
Whatever we do now's been done before
I'm gonna drive out to yonder dirt road

To a place where nothing living goes

Gonna run afoot till i can't feel the cold

Find a sunrise so beautiful it would capture your soul
And shoot it full of holes


Well we could hate ourselves
(just like the friends of the family do)
We could quit our jobs

(just like the friends of the family do)
We could change our minds
(just like the friends of the family do)

Step right over the line
(just like the friends of the family do)