The glory of a misspent youth
Chasing tire stains in muted thunder
Trading sex for drugs
And my Ophelia does not drown
She just barely hangs on

Now driving drunk in Daddy's car
Honey, I won't spoil the ending
But see that bend up in the road?
Didn't it seem that the night
Was a little too quiet?

When it seems your subjects
Have all forgotten you
I need you to pretend that you are mine
And the water is just deep enough to
Take another chance
Ah, but the river doesn't want you tonight

The engine was not built to last
And there's a permanence
To the memory of a bruise
But I still take it on
The chin for you

You are not alone here
But you ain't helping me none
Disabled motorist
In the road, I have become one