You've got every inch of your bones & it's this it's not bicycles & it's this it's not the seats on the bus Or shoes or chairs that hold you up The house where we live is empty space & every room's a**igned a face & every face is full of mind That uses skin to hide behind If your car needed a jump The cables are there in the trunk & if i could have you that way I'd hook up our brains & it'd be great Because in there i'd find your thoughts What you like, what you're tired of I wouldn't wonder it would be plain & i'm guessing i would feel less afraid If your car needed a jump