Raincoat Confession

(hummm-mmm-hmmm) One A.M. on the dashboard clock Cold streetlights flashing block by block

My raincoat's soaked on the back row seat Still damp from the

rain on the office street Five minutes of truth before I'm home

Two tired strangers under a yellow dome

And the driver doesn't ask,

he just keeps the lane

While I watch the window trace the patterns of the rain

Oh, let the headlights wash it all

away!

We are running out of things we shouldn't say!

In the back seat of a stranger's car

Trying to remember who we are!

We cross the bridge,

the city starts to fade

Thinking of the spreadsheets and the plans we made That raincoat's still

got a puddle on the floor Just like the storm behind the

office door

Oh, let the headlights wash it all away!

We are running out of things we shouldn't say!

In the back seat of a stranger's car

Trying to remember who we are!

Just a raincoat on the seat... (hummm-mmm-hmmm)