Reconnaissance de chanson d'apres les parole

Driving through the long night
Trying to figure whos right and whos wrong
Now the kid has gone. I sit belted up tight,
She sucks on a match light, glowing bronze, steering on.
And I might be more of a man if I stopped this in its tracks
And said, come on, lets go home. but shes got the wheel,
And Ive got nothing except what I have on.

When youre driving with the brakes on
When youre swimming with your boots on,
Its hard to say you love someone
And its hard to say you dont

Trying to keep the mood right, trying to steer the conversation from
The thing weve done.
She shuts up the ashtray, and I say its a long way back now hon
She just yawns. and we might get lost someplace
So desolate that no one where were from would ever come
But shes got the wheel and Ive got to deal from now on.

But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide,
Nothings gonna make me, break from her side