I can see her now clear as i did then there in my rearview painting on her lips bare feet on the dash late hot summer night she liked to tell me no but she loved for me to try we were going nowhere trying to cross that line we were having and wasting the time of our lives lost in the moment but we didn't care we were running wild and going nowhere five bucks in the tank of primar gray and rust never took us all the way but we got far enough sweet lies in the dark the promises we made were thin as all mere because when november came everything changed we were going nowhere trying to cross that line we were having and wasting the time of our lives lost in the moment but we didn't care we were running wild and going nowhere