A borrowed car, two dollars of gas
Got ten minutes, I'm driving to your house.
Packed a quilt and two lawn chairs;
you're at the door I got flowers in my hand.
You stand there with the porch light on
the one that burned all winter long in my head (in my head)
 
And everybody's fairly happy;
we all wanted to go--to the drive in show
 
Your lipstick, your rouge a mess
I try a kiss, but I keep on missing your mouth.
You make me stop and watch the screen.
I can't compete; he's made completely of light.
 
And everybody's fairly happy; looking down from the screen (at my life)
my life--solo.
 
Before it's over, I know how its ends
she's gonna leave him, and he'll have to begin again.
The crunch of gravel under our bed.
Smooth your dress; calm the thousand lights in my head.
 
But everybody; they're still happy with my drive-in show
of my life
it's my life
it's my life