in our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deerīs eyes
on the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by
and we keep driving into the night
itīs a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
and we keep driving into the night
itīs a late goodbye
your breath hot upon my cheek, and we crossed, that line
you made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time
screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by
and we keep driving into the night
itīs a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
and we keep driving into the night
itīs a late goodbye
the devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand heīs dealt us
points at your flaming hair, and then weīre playing hide and seek
I canīt breathe easy here, less our trailīs gone cold behind us
tillī in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak
and we keep driving into the night
itīs a late goodbye, such a late goodbye...
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