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When youre feeling down
Im comin round
To pick you up
And take you out
It wont be long
Till those blues are gone
The citys waiting
Beckoning for us
It leads us on
Let it lead us on
Its the perfect night
To just drive on by
Let the dashboard underscore
Everything weve seen
While the world plays for our pleasure
On our windshield silver screen
And I dont know just where were going
And I dont care where weve been
But we just coast on through
Coz while Im here with you, you know
Theres no place Id rather be
No place Id rather be
Such a quiet joy
Knowing that Im your pick-up fix
And youre my favourite boy
Youre feeling tired
And Im bleary-eyed
And the highway lines
Pass by in two/four double-time
And we dont even recognise
A single name on the street signs
Nothing else is calling us
But all weve left behind
Is like a hell-hound on our trail
and a burden on our mind
Coz we know
we gotta go home.
Such a quiet joy
Driving anywhere
Knowing that you are there.
But you dont call,
You dont call me no more
And i waited all day
You know youll always
Be my favourite boy