I've got a shot gun wedding and a nerve of steel,
But baby take your hands from the steering wheel.
There's a jet trace crawling in the sky,
And if I look away then I catch your eye.
You got your best dress on and you're feeling fine,
But there's a black train coming along the line. Yeah.
One more time, one more time.
One more time, one more time.
One more time, one more time.
Then you've got to go.
You got a broken clock on the kitchen wall,
And there's a carpet stain where the sadness falls.
There's a jet trace crawling in the sky,
And if I look away then I catch your eye.
You've got a distant look but you're feeling fine,
But there's a black train coming along the line.
One more time, one more time.
One more time, one more time.
One more time, one more time.
Then you've got to go.
You got your best dress on and you're feeling fine,
But there's a black train coming along the line. Yeah.
One more time, one more time.
One more time, one more time.
One more time, one more time.
Then you've go to go.
Then you've go to go.
Then you've go to go.
Then you've go to go.