Drive,    as fast as you can    in your rusted Cadillac.   With no rear-view mirror   Cause you ripped it off, so you cant look back.      But please come home to Detroit   Its getting god damn cold   And im getting pretty tired of   Not waching you grow old      Heres another song i wrote for you   Ive lost count now   And you have too.   Its sad, its sweet and its blue   Just like your lips, and the eyes on you.      So please come back to Montauk   Where the waves are crashing in   And the bottles getting emptier   As i fill myself with sin.      Well what have you done to my fathers son   Hes on the run, hes on the run.   And hes been gone for far too long   Looking for the words, to this song.      So please come to Decatur   Where the rivers overflow.   And i sit here almost drowning   Cause where you are ill never know.      And trying to forget someone you love   Is like remembering someone youd never met   Now this story line is killing me   How ironic, how ironic.