I put on my gloves tonight, pull onto the road to San Berdu   They remind me of hustlers, confidence men, and you   My hands are warm beneath them, and easy on the wheel   Without your love and treachery the calm is all I feel      I shiver in the mirror, pull my belt across my hips   The leather's hard in bending as your fingers to my lips   I wrap it tightly in defense as if your arms were near   But for your love and treachery there's nothing left to fear      I'll take a glass of wine and recall the words you spoke   From the bottom of your cup, covered in spit and smoke   But in your voice I'll hear my own and recognize the crime   That all your love and treachery has ended up as mine      I see you in the rearview with just a passing glance   How your eyes shine, as if through mine, you'd see and understand   As if we'd played each other but never knew the score   And all was love and treachery but isn't anymore   That all was love and treachery but isn't anymore.