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Keep your hands on the wheel
And your mind in the game
The order of time
Switched up on you again
It’s too late to turnaround
You’re too nervous to sleep
You sit by the road
And weep
We were never lovers
Lost souls with plans
The shape of your face is burned in my hands
When the day steals the light
You fall into the night
Not helpless or cruel, just home
You’re closer every day
To finding your star
Grown weary of the road, travelled too far
We were never lovers
Lost souls with plans
The shape of your face is burned in my hands
Hold me, dear
Hold me
We were never lovers
Lost souls with plans
The shape of your face is burned in my hands
No, we’ll never be lovers
And we’ll never have plans
But tonight, we’ll pretend
