Drive whithin summer communes, north bound highway
Tell me conflicting jokes for your cachet
Ideas of perfection when you sing so fine
Never going to leave this town if you will stay
Metaphors for affection inside your Volvo
Vision of an enchanting smile that shines
Round and round we go
Waiting here for you
Whilst trying to forget it
By zoning out i do
I fall right back to you
I took it as a praise
I wish i could be
More forgetfull