Here I am just sitting with you,
looking at the sky as everything turns blue,
What should we do? What should I do?
With you.
We take a drive in your car,
we won't plan on going far,
but we are, and here we are.
A million miles away in this old, beat up car.
You've always been my pretty young wife,
yeah, sure, it caused some strife,
standing on the edge of a knife,
but isn't that the meaning of life?