Till the Lights

We go for a drive
To clear our heads
But sometimes fights
Are better left in bed
Baby we were tired
And seeing red
So we went outside
To forget the things we said

Till the lights are on the road
Till the car breaks down and slows
Oh we’ll be driving till the morning time
When the pavement slides
From the blackest black to white
And then we turn around in line

West End seems
At a half past one
Like a ghost town dream
With an ever-setting sun
Cuz the sky is dark
But the streetlights hum
With the empty heart
Of a broken, hollow drum

Till the lights are on the road
Till the car breaks down and slows
Oh we’ll be driving till the morning time
When the pavement slides
From the blackest black to white
And then we turn around in line

If it takes a hundred miles
Well that don’t mean too much if I can make you smile again
If you think it’s worth our while
Then I would travel ‘round the earth to make amends

Till the lights are on the road
Till the car breaks down and slows
Oh we’ll be driving till the morning time
When the pavement slides
From the blackest black to white
And then we turn around in line
And then we turn around in line