You said "I'll take life as it comes"
She said "I think it's come and gone"
So you left and now you're on your own
Too late, the blacktop is your home
CHORUS:
Driving somewhere, arriving nowhere
You never get out of your car
Doing something amounts to nothing
You don't remember who you are
You don't remember who you are
"Come back" you long for her to say
"I need you and you need somewhere to stay
I know there's nothing you hold dear
But in me you have a volunteer"
You are never happy
But now you are in gear
You don't know where you're going
It's easier - easier to steer
Oh, where did the long hair go?
Wedgwood, Benn, Brigitte Bardot
Her ballet shoes run through the snow
And every 'yes' becomes a 'no'