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

A secret all along,

unless I've got this wrong

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 we found each other

In the Car

We groped for excuses not to be along 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