She fed me strawberries and freezer-burned ice cream I said 'Goodbye, I guess' She lifted up her dress and so I must confess, we made out one more time before I left for good She thought I'd come back but I wouldn't want to seem like other guys
A book-and-record love, we sat and read our books, between those longing looks, compounded by our fear, My tongue inside her ear, my tongue inside her in the basement of her mother's house where she once taped the first three sides of Sandanista for my car.
We were looking for ourselves and found each other In the Car it was rare to do much more than simply mess around In the Car It was mostly mutual masturbation And though we spoke of penetration I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out
Once I had this dream where I slept with her mom A secret all along, unless I've got this wrong Unless she hears this song unless she hears it on a tape inside her car with her new husband and she turns to him and says 'I think that's me'
In the Car We were looking for ourselves but found each other In the Car We groped for excuses not to be alone anymore In the Car We were waiting for our lives to start their endings In the Car We were never making love We were never making love We were never making love