When you're feeling down I'm comin' round To pick you up And take you out
It won't be long 'Till those blues are gone The city's waiting Beckoning for us It leads us on Let it lead us on
It's the perfect night To just drive on by Let the dashboard underscore Everything we've seen While the world plays for our pleasure On our windshield silver screen And I don't know just where we're going And I don't care where we've been But we just coast on through Cause while I'm here with you, you know There's no place I'd rather be No place I'd rather be
Such a quiet joy Knowing that I'm your pick-up fix And you're my favourite boy
You're feeling tired And I'm bleary-eyed And the highway lines Pass by in two/four double-time And we don't even recognize A single name on the street signs Nothing else is calling us But all we've left behind Is like a hell-hound on our trail And a burden on our mind Cause we know We gotta go home.
Such a quiet joy Driving anywhere Knowing that you are there. But you don't call, You don't call me no more And I waited all day You know you'll always Be my favorite boy