Throwing Muses Night Driving
I feel fine
Want me to drive
It was mist
That you kiss
You can talk a blue streak
You can talk till you're blue
And we won't feel any finer
Than we do
It was mist
That you kiss
Spread the mist
With your fist
You can talk a blue streak
You can talk till you're blue
And we won't feel any finer
Than we do
I like to know you're real
Any scarecrow wears clothes
I like to see your face
Could you turn this way?
Could you turn this way?
Could you turn this way?
There's always something
To pray for
Ham-fisted good will
There's always someone
To pray for
And believe me I will
And believe me I will
