I reach into my jacket
Pull the keys out of my pocket
And slide behind the wheel
A crystal silouhette
Of my breath is still hangin' there
Frozen in the air
Like the last look that you gave me
As we parted on the street
Now I'm sittin' in the front seat
In suspended disbelief
And I'm starin straight ahead
at that two lane Interstate
That leads to nowhere ...
What was it I was thinkin'
What could I have been thinkin'
as Im shakin' off the cold
studying my fingers
frozen on the wheel
and look off down the road
Like the last look that you gave me
As we parted on the street
Now I'm sittin' in the front seat
In suspended disbelief
And I'm starin straight ahead
at that two lane Interstate
Where was I goin' ...
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