Night Driving - Thea Gilmore

I’m sitting here like statistics

Amid teenage pregnancies and misfits

Plotting my uncertain chart

And the constant of our frequency

The graph that follows your feelings for me

Looks like a work of abstract art

And in the law of love that you broke

You employed me

As your attorney

And you are still learning

And I’m still faithfully returning

To the crime scene

And I’m having trouble with the jargon

Having trouble getting out of this tune

And my headlights are bruised and broken but I’m

Still night-driving with you

And I’m into all this feeling sorry stuff

After love’s been gained and love’s been lost

These bruises are the landmark of the end

And you were never a good lover

You were never a great enemy

And you couldn’t even manage a good friend

Now I’m having trouble with the jargon

Having trouble getting out of this tune

And my headlights are bruised and broken

Still night-driving with you

I’m still night-driving with you

You said it’s all about symmetry

And the half reflection of you and me

Can’t piece together what is gone

Watching my colours bleed and stain your hands

With no regrets and no demands

I expected a better Armageddon

And I’m having trouble with the jargon

Having trouble getting out of this tune

And my headlights are bruised and broken but I’m

Still night-driving with you

I’m having trouble with the jargon

Having trouble getting out of this tune

And my headlights are bruised and broken

Still night-driving with you

I’m still night-driving with you

Still night-driving with you