Modern Nostalgia

When things go south at the darkest hour

In a gray-blue car at ninety miles per hour

Don't worry, babe, this is not a retreat

It's an escape

Push the window down, babe

Let the world come in

Bursting out your lungs

Chain smoking Mary Longs

Hundred miles per hour

You can't quit no matter how hard you try

No matter how good you've been

Twelve angry men have spoken their mind

The verdict is in, you can't catch up with time

From the back seat, I see

The world backward

This temple of no door, this Eden with no floor

Where guilt is on another level

Peepshow is free

A hundred and ten miles per hour

Streetlights flash like regrets

From ancient times, from different lives

Let's hide our love

Somewhere it won't be tried

Don't panic, babe, it's just you and I

Now close your eyes and drive

When things go south at the darkest hour

In a gray-blue car at ninety miles per hour

Don't worry, babe, this is not a retreat

It's an escape