my girl is gone
in a red car off to somewhere
Italian, small
probably looking cute
with those tears raining down
and it's raining down
i want her to drive back
i want to hear her small engine roar
i want her to say
"it was a mistake"
and it was
and love doesn't always play fair
and the brain doesnt always play fair
there's fear in places where it shouldn't exist
yet, it's there and fear
makes one unpredictable
makes one rarely think