You, her

You, her and me

We, with the wheels

Drive to the beach



With no sleep

We're racing to beat

The sun as it rides to the top

Of the palm trees



Stay in the conversation

While she's in the rear seat

Maybe she's not listening to us

The thoughts in her hands are distracting enough



White summer dresses

Over our heads

We can't see

Are you coming or going?



She yodels at me

Please stop the car

I can't move my hands

Or my feet



You take her

Out to the street

Bawling, she asks you

What's happening to me?



I walk to a payphone

Call for an ambulance

Hate her like nobody

Knows