Kathleen

all the other girls here are stars-you are the Northern Lights

they try to shine in through your curtains-you're too close and too bright

they try and they try but everything that they do

is the ghost of a trace of a pale imitation of you

I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen

this party is made with the night air and the chance that a smile

will wind its way from your face to one of the boys in your line

you act like you're hip to their tricks and you're strong

but a virgin Wurlitzer heart never once had a song

I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen

and I'll have you back by break of day

I'm going your way anyway

and if you'd like to come along

I'll be yours for a song

I know you are waiting and I know that it is not for me

but I'm here and I'm ready and I've saved you the passenger seat

I won't be your last dance just your last goodnight

every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied

I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen

so crawl up your trellis and quietly back into your room

and I'll coast down the length of your drive by the light of the moon

and the next time I see you-a new kind of hello

both our hearts have a secret only both of us know

'bout the night that I drove you back home Kathleen