C Driving through the long night
trying to figure who's right and who's wr Am ong.
Now the cat(?) has go C ne.
I sit belted up tight. She sucks on a match light, glowing b Am ronze, steering on.
And I F might be more a man if I G stopped this in it's tracks
and said come Am on, let's go C home.
But F she's got the wheel,
and G I've got nothing except what I have Am on. F
CHORUS:
When you're driving with the b C rakes on.
When you're swimming with you're b Am oots on.
It's hard to say you l F ove someone, G
and it's hard to say you Am don't. F G
BRIDGE:
But unless the moon falls tonight, C Am F
unless continents coll Am ide. F C
Nothin's gonna make me Am F G
break from her Am side. F G
LAST CHORUS: End on C, not G
Trying to keep the mood right, trying to steer the conversation
from the thing we've done.
She shuts up the ashtray and I say "It's a long way back now hon'",
and she just yawns.
And we might get lost someplace so desolate that no one where we're
from would ever come.
But she's got the wheel and I've got to deal from now on.
Del Amitri
