Night Driving - Throwing Muses

I feel fine

Want me to drive

It was mist

That you kissed

You can talk a blue streak

You can talk till you’re blue

And we won’t feel any finer

Than we do

It was mist

That you kissed

Spread the mist

With your fist

You can talk a blue streak

You can talk till you’re blue

And we won’t feel any finer

Than we do

I like to know you’re real

Any scarecrow wears clothes

I like to see your face

Could you turn this way?

Could you turn this way?

Could you turn this way?

There’s always something to pray for

Ham-fisted good will

There’s always someone to pray for

And believe me I will And believe me I will

And believe me I will And believe me I will

And believe me I will And believe me I will