Lyrics

There's a little blonde boy in the back seat
of a drunken driving car.
He's buckled up tight inside and wonders
just how far
His Mom can see down the road tonight
'cause there's a girl out there
underneath the street light.
Underneath the street...

Moon beams shimmer through the shattered glass and everyone's so uptight.
Though the police man turns his sirens off his lights are blinding bright.
No they can't see too well through the hazy tension.
This must seem like hell.
This must seem like hell.

But it's alright and it's OK if you look at me in that way.
As long as I can still tell that you love me in some way.

So the little blonde boy comes home late by an hour on on his Daddy's time.
He takes his skates out of his hands and Daddy declares them "mine!"
Now, where were you my son?!
You were out too long, now get up those stairs - hurry up and run.
Hurry up and run.

But it's alright and it's OK if you look at me in that way.
As long as I can still tell that you love me in some way.

There's a little blonde boy
in the back seat.