Love, keep your eyes on the road

'cause when I stare all I see is two foggy windows to a lost soul

And maybe, maybe it's all my fault

That it's so quiet on the drive home.

Babe, can I build my home in your mind?

A disheveled maze, constellated and intertwined

But somehow, my favorite kind

And my favorite view

When it untangles in the moonlight.

Darling, we're getting older

In less than eight months, you'll wash tear stains off of your shoulder

And drenched in alcohol and conceit

The cold-blooded bodies, quick on their feet

Will tell you how to earn your stripes.

And you'll be listening while

I sit here with glistening eyes

As the stripes on my back chip and dry

You won't be listening to my cries

Anymore.

And we'll be two pieces of driftwood

Floating in a sea of missed calls and excuses

And your home will change into four walls and a mini fridge

Instead of four limbs and lips to kiss.

But for now, the night is young

And you are here and snow patrol just came on the radio

So darling, let's take

Darling, let's take the long way home.

Love, keep your eyes on the road.