I'm drivingYour girlfriend homeAnd she's sayingHow she never chose you"Turn left", she saysI turn leftAnd she says:"So how did I end upSo deeply involved inThe very existenceI planned on avoiding?"And I can't answer I'm drivingYour girlfriend homeAnd she's laughingTo stop herself crying"Drive on", she saysI drive onAnd she says:"So how did I end upAttached to this personWhen his sense of humourGets gradually worser?"And I can't tell her I'm parkingOutside her homeAnd we're shaking handsGoodnight, so politely
