Vista

Then you ask me what I'm thinking

"I'm sorry, love, I've gotta focus on the steering"

When you turn around, comes the clearing

Put the foot down, disappearing

I'm new to driving 'round the mountain

You lean and grab the wheel for grounding

Feed me coffee at the drive-in

Watch me sleeping as you're riding

Then you're pulling up, parking at the viewpoint at the cliff

"Tell the truth, love, is this where you wanted us to live?"

I'm swinging corners, taking on the road at double speed

"Get a grip love, there's shit I wanna live to see"

Feed me whiskey at the hotel

As soon as we're back, I've gotta make this car sell

Then you're pulling up, parking at the viewpoint at the cliff

"Tell the truth, love, is this where you wanted us to live?"

Slam the door shut, throwing all the money to the drink

Is it too much looking at the vista from the brink?