I'll follow you Into the hills of Strafford I see you looking backwards As a blue, in the review We drive out past The snowbanks tower over Our cars along the shoulders Above the nighs, the pine tree lines And as she goes The trailing from your tailpipe I put them out of my sight I don't need to know what it meansand I don't knowwhere we'll be when it's over Will we slip under covers? Lose these clothes and beat the cold I don't know which bed will be empty I don't care if its the floor this time We're through with waiting We're finished waiting Surprising with the lights off its so simple The beating stops to go straight into time What was senseless Starts to make sense What was before Not worth remembering in The slipping and the steaming Hands are scarred, I'm racing jars and And we don't know Where we'll be when its over Will we slip under covers? Lose these clothes and beat the cold