Contemplating the leather steering wheel
Smelling the stale wine of the night
We consider the carbon metaphoric ideal
Darling, a reminder of the consistent oversight

Whispering the long forgotten smile
Holding onto absent futures of the night
We becomes I, the commonplace exile
My hands on the steering wheel, something isn’t quite

Going, going, going, going, gone
Going, going, going, going, gone

My thoughts turn to the contingent past
What could have been, should have been unsurpassed
Images flashing, a reimagined thrill
The warmth of your hands, the pull of your laugh

It’s going, going, going towards the inevitable break
The same old yellow jet stream beam

But, darling, it’s just a drive and a daydream
Darling, it’s just a drive and a daydream

Tasting the cherry lipstick on my lips
Pulling the words right out of my mouth
Our falter begins, destroys the partnership
We becomes I, my mind not quite

Going, going, going, going, gone
Going, going, going, going, gone

My thoughts turn to the contingent past
What could have been, should have been unsurpassed
Images flashing, a reimaged thrill
The warmth of your hands, the pull of your laugh

It’s going, going, going towards the inevitable break
The same old yellow jet stream theme

But, darling, it’s just a drive and a daydream
Darling, it’s just a drive and a daydream

And a daydream!