Love will do that It changes everything It'll drive you crazy Sometimes it just makes you laugh Yeah, love will do that It makes the angels sing Puts the past right back in the past Oh, I know I know I know The second I saw you

What tonight looks like Yeah, what my baby told me Oh, what my baby told me She said "I likes my big daddy, but I'm crazy about his Pontiac" We gon' drive out on the highway, turn the bright lights on Oh, driving on the highway, and he cut the bright

Standing in the rain Milk carton mug-shot baby Missing since 1983 Twenty years of dirty needles So if you see me will you just drive on by Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye And did you want me? Well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could

So go but be kind You have luck on your side Born into a family with food in their bellies And a car for them to drive People sleeping on the concrete Still smile behind their signs So go now be happy and be free You have so much time If you go chances

This old routine will drive you mad It's just a mumble never spoken out loud So you come on home, walk through the door. She's in the kitchen searching through the drawers. So you stop and watch her and ask what she's looking for. She says she's not

What is it about them? I must be missing something They just keep doing nothing Too intoxicated to be scared I'm in their second hand smoke Still just drinking canned coke I don't need a xanny to feel better On designated drives home Only one who's not

Sometimes I can't believe it I'm movin' past the feeling I'm movin' past the feeling again Meant nothin' at all We're still screamin' In the suburbs I I learned to drive And you told me we'd never survive Grab your mother's keys we're leavin'

Life is a highway I wanna ride it all night long If you're going my way I wanna drive it all night long A road so rough this I know I'll be there when the light comes in Tell 'em we're survivors Life's like a road that you travel on When there's one day

Places you will go I can turn, we can turn to the places we know You could have stepped into the top of the water poles Into the wells of the shimmer love She's gonna drive you to the shores But you don't know who you are I tell her take your time now

I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade