What did you say to me?
The words fell out of your mouth
Under the passenger seat
Must have been so sweet
Now you love me
As we drive around
Anything that you're feeling
In this northern town
Where the future, the present, the past
Down the same three exits we've passed
Could this place be too pristine to leave?
Yet there's a feeling in the air
Like a tropical disease
Maybe I've had it
But boy, it's so hard to break bad habits