Driving with the windows down With the heater on our feet And the cold wind blowing our hair around It's too late to be out Thinking I can read your mind Or maybe we are one With the radio playing our favorite song The one that goes na, na na, na na na na na We'll talk 'em into stopping somewhere Talk 'em into stopping somewhere 'Cause we don't want to go home It's folly to rely on fate We'll take it as it comes And then when it comes we will procrastinate And try to slow the rate Ruthlessly the second hand Makes another sweep And another sweep makes certain to drive us mad Nothing can hold it back Unless we talk 'em into stopping somewhere We'll talk 'em into stopping somewhere We'll talk 'em into stopping somewhere 'Cause we don't want to go home ♪ We get bits of conversation from the front two seats We're huddled up together with the heater on our feet We panic when we find we're driving down your street And we rail against the inexorability Can we talk 'em into stopping somewhere Talk 'em into stopping, talk 'em into stopping somewhere 'Cause we don't, no, we don't want to go home