You leave the tip and I'll go get the car It's cold out there, I'll have the heater on And you won't need those open eyelids for long I think this is your soundest state of mind The heavy breath and the peaceful sigh And all I can do to keep you is drive Dark gets darker, snow proceeds in white God I want to speak but it's so quiet So I confess all my secrets in silence I'll be turning down that dirt road in a mile I know you wish that we could keep on going I understand, I wish that same thing all the time