In the Car

She fed me strawberries and
 Freezer-burned ice cream
 I said "good-bye i guess"
 She lifted up her dress
 And so i must confess
 We made out one more
 Time before i left for good
 She thought i'd come back but i
 Wouldn't want to seem like other guys
 A book-and-record love,
 We sat and read our books
 Between those longing looks,
 Compounded by our fear
 My tongue inside her ear,
 My tongue inside her
 In the basement of her mother's
 House where she once taped the
 First three sides of sandanista! for my car
 We were looking for ourselves
 And found each other
 In the car
 It was rare to do much more
 Than simply mess around
 In the car
 It was mostly mutual masturbation
 And though we spoke of penetration
 I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out
 Once i had this dream
 Where i slept with her mom
 A secret all along, unless i've got this wrong
 Unless she hears this song
 Unless she hears it
 On a tape inside her car
 With her new husband and she
 Turns to him and says "i think that's me"
 In the car
 We were looking for ourselves
 But found each other
 In the car
 We groped for excuses
 Not to be alone anymore
 In the car
 We were waiting for out lives
 To start their endings
 In the car
 We were never making love
 We were never making love
 We were never making love