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Driving

It was a spur of the moment decision
She’d taken the highway to join him
It wasn’t out of love or infatuation
It actually felt more like a whim
Soon she was driving, she was driving past
Small towns along the ocean
She was driving, she was driving fast
She knew where she was driving to
But who knew what she was driving at

How odd, this feeling of anticipation
As she was driving to get to his side
Not for a week-end of torrid passion
Hell, he wasn’t looking for a bride
Yet she was driving, she was driving past
Stripper clubs and gas stations
She was driving, she was driving fast
She knew where she was driving to
But who knew what she was driving at

Maybe she was fleeing heartache and pain
Maybe sorrow had driven her to the road
Maybe she was seeking shelter from the rain
Maybe she was hurting from some sad episode
Who knew what she was driving away from?
Who knew what she was driving at
She only knew where she was driving to
She only knew where she was driving to

Like an angel, returning from a mission
She’d taken the highway back with him
It wasn’t out of love or infatuation
So he didn’t go out on a limb
She was driving back, with him by her side
Listening to music, and laughing
She was driving, driving not so fast
Who knew where she was driving to
Who cared? As long as she was driving

Paroles: Stanley Péan
Musique: Anthony Rozankovic
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