Nightdrive

And your busted stereo
Is like an out-of-tune radio
But it sounds all right to me
And I wonder where you go
When your eyes nightdrive in snow
Slouching towards infinity

And all the farmers in the morning make us change our clocks
And all our exes in the evening make us change our locks
And this highway's so torn up it makes me pray for shocks
Now I find you want me to change my mind

And you say that you can't live
Anymore or something's got to give
You a reason to stay your hand
And you say that you need more space
I'm sorry that I like your face
More than I like your band

And all the farmers in the morning make us change our clocks
And all our exes in the evening make us change our locks
And this highway's so torn up it makes me pray for shocks
Now I find you want me to change my mind

And I don't know if you should stay
Or if I can stand to see you go
But when all that remains washes out with the rain
Praying for sunlight takes its toll

So if idle speculation 
Is driving you to aggravation
Forgive me darling but that's just the way I deal
And maybe some conversation
With a little more participation
Might change the way you feel

And all the farmers in the morning make us change our clocks
And all our exes in the evening make us change our locks
And this highway's so torn up it makes me pray for shocks
Now I find you want me to change my mind

NIGHTDRIVE
Words & Music by James Hearne 
© 2009 Songs de Guerre Music (ASCAP) 

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