She fed me strawberries
and freezer-burned ice cream
I said "Goodbye, 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 we found each other
In the Car
We groped for excuses not to be along anymore
In the Car
We were waiting for our lives to start their endings
In the Car
We were never making love
We were never making love