A crescent moon, a surfaced car In your eyes, i see confusion The usual complaint, a pedy complaint In your eyes, the confusion A crescent moon, a surfaced car We're staying in the proper lane Little fear, a single hope We laugh through this beltway I drive with you Hug the road, hug the road I drive with you Our trail coalesces with the dark Heading toward a your place A little hope, a resigning smile Whiteline, greenlight, familiar beltway I drive with you Hug the road, hug the road I drive with you Our trail coalesces with the dark It was so good to see you But I really must go Blessings and applause is waiting for... I guess this is good-bye, goodnight Soon will come july