Parked underground the night you left

It took me an hour and a half

To find my way back up above

There was nothing up there without your love

I was Speeding out, filled with doubt

and Heading home

Playing with the lights thinking of times

And freaking out

The street car stopped and I had not

It's hard to explain except to say

We're on our own in every way

Someone who says they'll stay, may just

Be waiting around for some luck

Who's speeding out, filled with doubt

and heading Home

Playing with the lights, thinking of times

and freaking out, the street car had stopped

And I fucked up