Text: Prefab Sprout. Cars & Girls.

Brucie dreams, life's a highway, too many roads bypass my way
Or they never begin, innocence coming to grief
At the hands of life, stinkin' car thief, that's my concept of sin
Does heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon?

But look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt more much more than cars and girls
Just look at us now, start counting
What adds up the way it did when we were young
Just look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt much more than cars and girls

Life's a drive through a dust bowl, what's it do, do to a young soul?
We are deeply concerned, someone stops for directions
Something responds deep in our engines, we have all been burned
Will heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon?

Look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt more much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting
What adds up the way it did when we were young
Look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt much more than cars and girls

Little boy got a hot rod, thinks it makes him some kind of new God
Well this is one race he won't win, life's no cruise with a cool chick
Too many folks feelin' car sick, but it never pulls in
Brucie's thoughts, pretty streamers, guess this world needs its dreamers
May they never wake up, alright

Look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt more much more than cars and girls
Just look at us now, start counting
What adds up the way it did when we were young
Just look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt much more than cars and girls

Just look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt more much more than cars and girls
Look at us now, start counting
What adds up the way it did when we were young
Look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt much more than cars and girls