There's no use to play it down, there's gonna be blood.
So let's do this once and be done.
For the record, I wanna get this down in writing.
It's your hand on the wheel and not mine.
So long, so long. (So long, so long, yeah)
Who's to say where the road will pave?
So long, so long. (So long, so long, yeah)
And who's to say when the tide will change?
When nothing's for sure...
She dreams of machines, an electric king that'll miss her.
And all at once, the answer's coming in.
She says, "I don't wanna be left out to wonder.
No, I won't retreat to the back seat this time."
So long, so long. (So long, so long, yeah)
Who's to say where the road will pave?
So long, so long. (So long, so long, yeah)
And who's to say when the tide will change?
When nothing's for sure...
Still, I can see the motorcade
The sirens weep and the flowers have been laid...
So long, so long.
It could have been us with the white fence.
Said, it could have been us and all the rest.
For the record, I want to get this down in writing.
It's your hand on the wheel and not mine.
So long, so long. (So long, so long, yeah)
Who's to say where the road will pave?
So long, so long. (So long, so long, yeah)
And who's to say when the tide will change?
When nothing's for sure...
Still, I can see the motorcade.
The sirens weep and the flowers...
Yeah, I can see the motorcade.
The sirens weep and the flowers have been laid...
So long, so long.
So long, so long, yeah, oh.
So long, so long.