'It's getting late, '
She said,
She touched my face,
'Let's stay out as late as we can. '
Drive around the lake
Just a little too fast,
My eyes on the lights, her hand on my shoulder
Yeah, windows down
Wine in our heads
The city lights just blur
Let's go out
On a dock
We'll bring a bottle and a blanket.
And everything,
Yeah, everything is going our way.
Lean in to me.