Boys in Cars

We can journey way out there and put it right

Take our fears and dissect them in tongues of fire

I will let you near to me if you do

All the things we talk of when it’s after two

We go round like,

We go round like Jupiter’s moon

We philosophers in cars are steaming up

We will listen to the track until it’s up

And talk of time like it’s a rubber band to pull

And everything won’t change as we are growing old

We go round like,

We go round like Jupiter’s moon

Nothing will be put to right until it’s up

Will I disappear in clouds return to dust?

What if everything we sold enthroned we are

After everything we were just boys in cars

And we revolve and change with time,

And drift apart and not forgot

The tunes it cost, and things we learnt in love and loss