In The Car

She fed me strawberries

and freezer-burned ice cream

I said Goodbye, I guess

She lifted up her dress

and so I must confess,

we made out one more

time before I left for good

She thought I'd come back but I

wouldn't want to seem like other guys

A book-and-record love,

we sat and read our books,

between those longing looks,

compounded by our fear,

My tongue inside her ear,

my tongue inside her

in the basement of her mother's

house where she once taped the

first three sides of Sandanista! for my car

We were looking for ourselves

and found each other

In the Car

it was rare to do much more

than simply mess around

In the Car

It was mostly mutual masturbation

And though we spoke of penetration

I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out

Once I had this dream

where I slept with her mom

Unless I've got this wrong, a secret all along

Unless she hears this song,

unless she hears it

on a tape inside her car

with her new husband and she

turns to him and says I think that's me

In the Car

We were looking for ourselves

but found each other

In the Car

We groped for excuses

not to be alone anymore

In the Car

We were waiting for our lives

to start their endings

In the Car

We were never making love

We were never making love

We were never making love