We go for a drive

To clear our heads

But sometimes fights

Are better left in bed

Baby we were tired

And seeing red

So we went outside

To forget the things we said

Till the lights are on the road

Till the car breaks down and slows

Oh we’ll be driving till the morning time

When the pavement slides

From the blackest black to white

And then we turn around in line

West End seems 

At a half past one 

Like a ghost town dream

With an ever-setting sun

Cuz the sky is dark

But the streetlights hum

With the empty heart

Of a broken, hollow drum

Till the lights are on the road

Till the car breaks down and slows

Oh we’ll be driving till the morning time

When the pavement slides

From the blackest black to white

And then we turn around in line

If it takes a hundred miles

Well that don’t mean too much if I can make you smile again

If you think it’s worth our while

Then I would travel ‘round the earth to make amends

Till the lights are on the road

Till the car breaks down and slows

Oh we’ll be driving till the morning time

When the pavement slides

From the blackest black to white

And then we turn around in line

And then we turn around in line

Has it ever rained this hard?

Has it ever rained this much?

Now we’re sitting in my car

The wipers, they don’t do enough 

You came and found me in my bed

You told me that you can’t erase 

The days you’d rather wind up dead

Than go outside and show your face

But I

I’ll go open us a bottle of wine

And I

Oh I promise it gets better with time

Has it ever rained this hard?

Has it ever rained this much?

Now we’re sitting in my car

The wipers, they don’t do enough

But I

I’ll go open us a bottle of wine

And I

Oh I promise it gets better with time

Rained this hard (ad nauseam)