does it matter anyhow
where I meet you again babe
does it have to be your fancy jag
or may any old gypsy cab do
you say you want to hit some highway
be bound to take you home in the end
I’m not so sure about this
but I know that I need you anyway


now the rain’s lost to hail
brings it up to your knees
do you really want to argue there
and the devil’s turned loose hey
that storm breaking trees
do you really want to argue there
I hear you makin’ a fuss babe
telling me you’re missing the fun


wouldn’t bother you anymore
look I finish my job here and leave
if it won’t be you and I
well I still hope you’ll someday perceive
that highway of yours you keep raving about
and it guarantee to take you home in the end
is nothing but a roundabout
it screw you up some more every day

1999-2000