I'm in the other carnRiding impatiently in the back seatnYou're in the turtle-top caravannSomewhere in this traffic jamnI know i hurt your feelingsnAnd i can't find you, navigatingnWe'll never share our private skinnBut i can't imagine never sharing our songs againnWe'll be to dekalb soonnAnd i'll let you know how much i love younI want to let you know how your hits feel to my strumnHow you're the cookie, and i'm the crumb