What a shame, you're a mystery
Open doors and revelry
We all want you
We're just fragile things
Well, taxi meter's running
And the light is on
Like a steam boat
Chugging through the storm
Like a temple
Getting overthrown
Like a vehicle
On an open road
You're mechanical
And I'll be there for you
Even if we're apart
And so far we've been gone
They say that we're on the run
And that goes on, and on, and on, and on
Like a steam boat
Chugging through the storm
Like a temple
Getting overthrown
Like a vehicle
On an open road
You're mechanical
And I'll take Mondays off
You'll take Sundays for
Quit that waitress job for good
And we're gone, and we're gone, and we're gone
With all that money that we saved
Just take your daddy's car
And we'll max those credit cards
Woo!
And I'll take Mondays off for good
And you'll take Sundays off
And I'll spend way too much
You go back to work
When the wheels fall off
It's mechanical
Hey!