Hey you're fine I wanna listen to the radio Driving down Calexico highway Hold my hand I want to share it all with Mary Results are gonna vary now And now I know the signs for sure Listen to the Beatles and the sound of laughing Ed McMahon, we got high

I used to be down, I fucked around and I got rich I'm driving foreign whips, spent a hundred on my wrist I might take your bitch, private flight, take a trip Your bills be stacking up while I'm stacking up my chips Your bitch on my dick, when she see me,

And I'm driving, always driving And I'm deep in the blues again Trying to find my way back home to you Yeah I'm running, yes I'm running Gonna find my way back for you And I'm down, down, down Deep in the blues again And you're keeping the blues again

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met Losing him was blue like I'd never known But loving him was red Missing him was dark gray all alone Burning red Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street Faster than the

I'll be the one who drives you home tonight It's driving you down 'Cause it's driving you down And if you save my life And if they ever let you down And you don't know a thing about this life And we are not the same You home tonight Driving you down

Move back there, so I could move on I'm taking all I can from the desert sound I'm taking all I can from the desert land Pushing the limit of music from the inside Arabic sound is driving my mind The first time I walked down into your town A new kind of

Let me love you Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah I won't give up, nah-nah-nah Never let you go, never let me down Heaven's a heartbreak away Driving the edge of a knife Oh baby, baby I used to believe We were burnin' on the edge of somethin' beautiful

You wanna be set apart? Burn all of your art repair the wasteful part I'm a vampire in a forest fire Hey! we all gotta keep warm Hey we all gotta keep warm, driving towards the storm Your father was a pervert Face down in the dirt He taught you how to

You're the best I ever had I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe I'll soon be there Whippoorwill's singing Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby

You're always summer breaking Summer is gone (See how they play) (You're gonna need someone to break your fall) Driving through Ghost-town Metal horses a thousand feet high Pulling your top down In the back of some pretty boy's ride