Lyrics by Alec Ounsworth

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

Now driving [bad word] 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 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 
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 [bad word] 
And I still take it on the chin 
For you

You are not alone 
But you ain’t helping me none 
Disabled motorist in the road I have [bad word] one