swimming with my boots on...

Driving through the long night
Trying to figure who's right and who's wrong
Now the kid has gone.
I sit belted up tight,
She sucks on a match light, glowing bronze,
Steering on.

And I might be more of a man
If I stopped this in its tracks and say come on, lets go home.
But she's got the wheel,
And I've got nothing except what I have on.

When you're driving with the brakes on,
When you're swimming with your boots on,
It's hard to say you love someone
And it's hard to say you don't

~Doc Walker