You got yourself a new car   Now it's a permanent wreck   That's because you won't stop for the weekends   And everybody knows speed kills      The unstoppable smile is the impossible bet   Everyone wants to see if we'll take it   But they already know we will      C'mon albacore,   When will you be happy again?   (It seems so long)   Count them up and think of them all as your friends      I walk outside to the phone   Each call to you is collect to me   Miles are your friends when you're leading but your not when you're too far ahead      To a spot on the line   Another spot the line   One inch up don't mean much in the grand scheme   When each side streches out to nil; so far