The car outside with its top down Burns a hole inside, leaving its lights on In the back seat, he leans to kiss her She shifts her head a bit and her mind in neutral And the satellites try to find her And the astronauts are none the wiser And the jaws of life cannot find her And the periscope is none the wiser And a week goes by, again another You forget the scent of mats and vinyl And the passenger side is so unimpressed with The steering wheel and its driver When you crash and burn You will find her In the blackout Where none's the wiser When you crash and burn When you crash and burn When you crash and burn You will find her