As I drove you to the concertWe talked about my 65 BeaumontAnd how the romance is essentialAnd I like instrumentalsAnd I kissed you on the cheekAnd where you had the bluesI always seem to loseThe ones who make the newsLet's get in the car and proveYou put the coffee on the dashboardYou put the coffee on the dashboardAnd told another storyI always have to have the last wordThis time I'm sorryI'm leaving for the winterGoing back to 1940I dream at night of HollywoodOf the movie stars and the glorious lightThe glorious lightThe glorious lightThe glorious lightThe glorious lightThe glorious lightThe glorious lightThe glorious lightNow you face a dilemma, as the bad plays return to sender.