Driving through the long nightnTrying to figure who's right and who's wrongnNow the kid is gonenI sit belted up tightnShe pulls on a match light glowing bronzenSteering onnnAnd I might be more of a mannIf I stopped this in its tracks and say come onnLets go homenBut she's got the wheelnI've got nothing except what I have onnnWhen you're driving with the brakes onnWhen you're swimming with your boots onnIt's hard to say you love someonenAnd it's hard to say you don'tnnTrying to keep the mood rightnTrying to steer the conversation fromnThe thing we've donenShe shuts up the ashtraynAnd I say it's a long way back now huhnBut she just yawnsnnAnd she's got the wheelnAnd I've got to deal from now onnnWhen you're driving with the brakes onnWhen you're swimming with your boots onnIt's hard to say you love someonenAnd it's hard to say you don'tnnUnless the moon falls tonight.nUnless continence collidesnnNothings gonna make menBreak from her sightnn'Cause when you're driving with the breaks onnWhen you're swimming with your boots onnIt's hard to say you love someonenAnd it's hard to say you don'tnWhen you're driving with the breaks onnWhen you're driving with the breaks on