The glory of a misspent youth, Chasing tire stains in muted thunder, Trading sex for drugs. And my Ophelia does not drown, She just barely hangs on. Now driving drunk in Daddy's car. Honey, I won't spoil the ending. But see that bend up in the road? Didn't it seem that the night Was a little too quiet? When it seems your subjects Have all forgotten you, I need you to pretend that you are mine. And the water is just deep enough to Take another chance, Ah, but the river doesn't want you tonight. ♪ The engine was not built to last. And there's a permanence To the memory of a bruise. But I still take it on The chin for you You are not alone here, But you ain't helping me none. Disabled motorist In the road, I have become one.