Songwriters: Currie

Driving through the long night, 
Trying to figure who's right and who's wrong, 
Now the kid has gone.
I sit belted up tight, 
She sucks on a match light, glowing bronze, steering on. 

And I might be more of a man if I stopped this in it's tracks 
And [bad word] on, let's go home. 
But she's got the wheel, 
And I've got nothing except what I have on.

When you're driving with the brakes on, 
When you're swimming with your boots on, 
It's hard to say you love someone, 
And it's hard to say you don't. 

Trying to keep the mood right, 
Trying to steer the conversation from 
The thing we've done. 
She shuts up the ashtray, and I say it's a long way back now hon 
She just yawns. 
And we might get lost someplace, 
So desolate that no one where we're from would [bad word]  
But she's got the wheel and I've got to deal from now on.

When you're driving with the brakes on, 
When you're swimming with your boots on, 
It's hard to say you love someone, 
And it's hard to say you don't. 

But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide, 
Nothing's gonna make me, break from her side. 

Cause when you're driving with the brakes on, 
When you're swimming with your boots on, 
It's hard to say you love someone, 
And it's hard to say you don't. 

It's hard to say you love someone, 
And it's hard to say you don't.