Big yellow moon guiding Helen the way through
Low flew the raven, I wonder what he knew?
I got no time to stop for gas this ain’t my neighborhood
The pigeons seen I’ve been away, they know I’m doing good
Straddling the jagged line that divides both him and you
Never mind my heart at home, she doesn’t have a clue
Ignoring every red light, straight blowing through the smoke
The house has made a call but I’m going in for broke
I drive across the valley in my 92

Here comes the sun busting in from out the night
No explanations for what comes into the light
Busy is the boulevard, with one hundred thousand eyes
Curtains like to peak when they know they smell a lie
Selling tales of mile long whales around the morning brew
Heat comes up I can’t escape, I’m going to do what I’m going to do
Looking through my rear view and though it’s looking clear
Doom was coming it wasn’t far, in fact it was almost here
I drive across the valley, in my 92

Cold was the night, the stars were looking bright
Regret was on my heels, I know I ain’t doing right
Listen to that engine, just listen to her purr
Anything to drown out that memory of her
When I reach my Helen, cloaked in her beret
I’ll put away my feelings, my guilt and of course my regret
Am I lying to myself, hard to see inside the heat
But I know that my love at home, is the woman made for me
I drive across the valley in my 92