Willow dance and blue like polished steel Dry your hands and let youself feel There's a chance that this might be good To have to wait and see We were driving northbound Crying we were laughing so hard You look back and watch that old car Going home The windows down The road my own We were driving northbound Crying we were laughing so hard Let's get back to what we used to be Oh tell me there's a way Say there's a way