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I met a little girl and I settled down |
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In a little house out on the edge of town |
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We got married, and swore we'd never part |
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Then little by little we drifted from each other's heart |
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At first I thought it was just restlessness |
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That would fade as time went by and our love grew deep |
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In the end it was something more I guess |
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That tore us apart and made us weep |
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And I'm driving a stolen car |
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Down on Eldridge Avenue |
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Each night I wait to get caught |
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But I never do |
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She asked if I remembered the letters I wrote |
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When our love was young and bold |
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She said last night she read those letters |
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And they made her feel one hundred years old |
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And I'm driving a stolen car |
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On a pitch black night |
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And I'm telling myself I'm gonna be alright |
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But I ride by night and I travel in fear |
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That in this darkness I will disappear |
