Highway after highway
Rolls down this car
Window slides slowly
Like my hand to yours
At just the right moment
Of the right song, and
Stars are coursing through
The veins of the moon
And soon this moment
Will be caught up in
The momentum of a
Waning night; waxing
Morning. Wine stained
Lips will be washed and
Words will be watched
We'll no longer be brave
Rolls down this car
Window slides slowly
Like my hand to yours
At just the right moment
Of the right song, and
Stars are coursing through
The veins of the moon
And soon this moment
Will be caught up in
The momentum of a
Waning night; waxing
Morning. Wine stained
Lips will be washed and
Words will be watched
We'll no longer be brave