My intention was to let you keep on sleeping Nothing noble, I just didn't want to let you drive tonight It's appealing for the first time this evening Got the feeling that you're trusting me to steer us home tonight
And beside the fact I don't know where I'm going I'm enjoying the feeling the feeling nonetheless And the landmarks seem increasingly perplexing But I'm keeping that secret firmly to my chest
Now I'm worried the opportunity to wake you And alert you to our current latitudinal predicament Has past, along with my chance That you'll ever let me drive you home asleep again at night
My intention was to let you keep on sleeping Nothing noble, I just didn't want to let you drive tonight It's appealing how I got this queasy feeling Should I wake you or drive on regardless
I did believe the road we were heading down Yet when I took the wheel I turned it around I did believe the road we were heading down Despite the burning wrecks and deserted towns
(I wanted more than the world would give me) (I've never had the will before)
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