Prefab Sprout

Brucie dreams life's a highway
Too many roads bypass my way or they never begin.
Innocence coming to grief
At the hands of life, stinkin' car thief, that's my concept of sin.
Does heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon ?
But look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt more, much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting
What adds up the way it did when we were young ?
Look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt more, much more than cars and girls.
Life's a drive through a dust bowl
What's it do, do to a young soul ? We are deeply concerned.
Someone stops for directions
Something responds deep in our engines, we have all been burned.
Will heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon ?
But look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt more, much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting
What adds up the way it did when we were young ?
Look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt more, much more than cars and girls.
Little boy got a hot rod, thinks it makes him some kind of new God.
Well this is one race he won't win
'Cos life's no cruise with a cool chick
Too many folks feelin' car sick, but it never pulls in.
Brucie's thoughts, pretty streamers
Guess this world needs its dreamers, may they never wake up.
But look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt more, much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting
What adds up the way it did when we were young ?
Look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt more, much more than cars and girls.
But look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt more, much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting
What adds up the way it did when we were young ?
Look at us now, quit driving
Some things hurt more, much more than cars and girls.