On the on-ramp, you said
If you love me, you will listen to this song
And I could tell that you were serious so I
Didn’t tell you you were driving the wrong way
On the interstate until the song was done
You felt like an idiot, adding an hour to the drive
But it gave us more time to embarrass ourselves
Telling stories we wouldn’t tell anyone else
You said: I might like you less now that you know me so well
I might like you less now that you know me so well
Leonard Cohen once said: There’s a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
And I am not an old man having an existential crisis
At a Buddhist monastery writing horny poetry
But I agree
I never thought you’d happen to me
I never thought you’d happen to me
