I'm surprised I'm still here Full speed I drive, off the road I veer Or will the wipers wipe me Lightning strikes me through this glass-top car? Oh, as my eyelids invite this flood of whiteness Will I make it far? But I still drive home When I'm not supposed to No, I'm not stoned, I'm just young And when young love breaks you You'll drive through waves 'Til your tires lose shape and you're spun Hysterical, I drive home