The glory of a misspent youth Chasing tire stains in muted thunder Trading sex for drugs And my Ophelia does not drown She just barely hangs on
Now driving drunk in Daddy’s car Honey, I won’t spoil the ending But see that bend up in the road Didn’t it seem that the night was little too quiet?
When it seems your subjects have all forgotten you I need you to pretend that you are mine And the water is just deep enough to take another chance But the river doesn’t want you tonight
The engine was not built to last And there’s a permanence to the memory of a bruise And I still take it on the chin For you
You are not alone But you ain’t helping me none Disabled motorist in the road I have become one