Nicole Zefanya
On The Drive Home
Dear
Do you hear what I hear?
The crackle, of fear in the atmosphere
Mmmmm...mmm...mmmmm

Love
Keep your eyes on the road
‘Cause when I stare all I see is two foggy windows to a lost soul

And maybe, maybe it’s all my fault
That it’s so quiet
On the drive home

Babe, can I build my home in your mind?
A disheveled maze constellated and intertwined
But somehow, it’s my favorite kind
And my favorite view
When it untangles in the moonlight

Darlin’, we’re getting older
In less than 8 months you’ll wash tear stains off of your shoulder
And drenched in alcohol and conceit
The cold-blooded bodies quick on their feet
Will tell you how to earn your stripes

And you’ll be listening while
I sit here with glistening eyes
As the stripes on my back chip and dry
You won’t be listening to my cries
Anymore
Woooooh~ woooooh~

And we’ll be two pieces of driftwood
Floating in a sea of missed calls and excuses
And your home will change into
Four walls and a mini fridge
Instead of four limbs and lips to kiss
But for now, the night is young
And you are here and snow patrol just came on the radio

So darling, let’s take
Darling, let’s take the long way home

Love, keep your eyes on the road