Don’t drive to Demore (?) without your seatbelt on   ‘Cause there are things that we can’t avoid   Like the ends of our songs   And I heard you wrecked our mother’s car   Well I hope that you’re okay   And I heard you only got so far   And took the bus the rest o’ the way   Well love can make you do some crazy things   Gotta answer the phone when it rings   And who knows what her birthday brings   ‘Cause I can only call so much   And I can only yell so loud   And how I wish that we could touch   I’ll sleep with my arms stretched out   But love could make me do a crazy thing   Like book my flight, use the credit card scheme   Like fly first-class, free drinks and bad dreams   And I’ll watch him help you with your French   As the season skips the spring   And he whispers, “I could teach you how to surf,”   And I yell, “I know what that means.”   And see I, I don’t need any waves crashing down on me   And love, it can make you say some pretty hurtful things   Like, “Don’t fly to France and find your girl gone   Because you left it up to chance, whatever side it’s on.”