Ticket Stub Drives

(mmmmm-hmm) Turn the key, let's take the long way Let the tires roll

slow on the concrete Under headlights glowing on a quiet street (yeah-yeah)

Wiping flour off my apron when the clock hit ten Locked the

door of the bakery,

let out a breath again There's a torn ticket stub on the

dashboard console tray From a matinee we didn't watch but kept anyway

And the radio is playing that familiar tune We're just stalling underneath

a yellow moon

Turn the key, let's take the long way Let the tires roll

slow on the concrete Under headlights glowing on a quiet street (take

the

long way)

I don't mind the detour past the grocery store Just to make

the drive a little minutes more With the crinkled yellow paper telling

where we've been Watching late night traffic lights flash green again Just

the long way home

Yeah, the long way home (ooh-ooh)