Wet City Drive

(ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) The driver took the long way round

Backseat rain on glass,

no sound

He holds the brass rail on the wall

And acts like he don't care at all In a hallway smelling

of bleach

Just out of reach

And the tension builds in the quiet spaces Reading the lines on

our wet-city faces We wait for the light to bend

(is this the end?)

Oh,

let the night wash over us now!

(let it

wash over!) Under the glow,

we finally figured it out

No more holding back,

no more pretend

This is the payoff at the journey's end!

Standing in the yellow light

Wet pavement reflecting the night

Your keys are jangling in your hand

Two people trying to understand

What we left behind in the car

How we got this far

Backseat rain... Just a late summer night (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)