When you're feeling down

I'm comin' round

To pick you up

And take you out It won't be long

'Till those blues are gone

The city's waiting

Beckoning for us

It leads us on

Let it lead us on It's the perfect night

To just drive on by

Let the dashboard underscore

Everything we've seen

While the world plays for our pleasure

On our windshield silver screen

And I don't know just where we're going

And I don't care where we've been

But we just coast on through

Coz while I'm here with you, you know

There's no place I'd rather be

No place I'd rather be Such a quiet joy

Knowing that I'm your pick-up fix

And you're my favourite boy You're feeling tired

And I'm bleary-eyed

And the highway lines

Pass by in two/four double-time

And we don't even recognise

A single name on the street signs

Nothing else is calling us

But all we've left behind

Is like a hell-hound on our trail

and a burden on our mind

Coz we know...

...we gotta go home. Such a quiet joy

Driving anywhere

Knowing that you are there.

But you don't call,

You don't call me no more

And i waited all day

You know you'll always

Be my favourite boy