Oh, you know the dawn
That emerged for you, when you were bored
Go on, by all means
But please could you not put adverts in my dreams
Your fingers lost their footing, on my coat sleeve
Got down from your tip toes
And your Air Force
Were awfully creased
But you're still my chauffeur
At the wheel in all my dreams
In your red Fiesta
While we're listening to Springsteen
Or maybe Taylor, the one you got on CD
The one that will always be
When I close my еyes
For some reason, I'vе dressed you all in white
And time would stand still
Still I wain and still you move
My fingers lost their footing on your coat sleeve
Got down from your tip toes
And your Air Force
Were awfully creased
But you're still my chauffeur
At the wheel in all my dreams
In your red Fiesta
While we're listening to Springsteen
Or maybe Taylor, the one you got on CD
The one that will always be
Sometimes I trail my hand, in the hope that it's heat seeking
So that your phantasm will guide it
Between its fingers
However fleeting
You know exactly what I mean
But you're still my chauffeur
At the wheel in all my dreams
In your red Fiesta
While we're listening to Springsteen
Or maybe Taylor, the one you got on CD
Or maybe Taylor, the one you got on CD
Or maybe Taylor, the one you got on CD