Why do I stare at the lights of every
ford probe I see
I know you sold yours months ago

And you're not even in the same place as me
But still I can't stop myself from
looking longingly

I guess I miss the things I never had
the backseat that I knew so well
And Oh the pain and suffering
of waking up the next evening alone

In line at the grocer's store I see someone
who I think I know
And I stare at him strangely

There are two worlds I am living in
the one that's here and the one that's home
(with you, my dear)

I guess I miss the things I never had
the backseat that I knew so well
And Oh the pain and suffering
of waking up the next evening alone