That fact I know you've met someone else makes me physically sick
Who do you carry that torch for, my young man?
Do you believe in anything?
Or do you carry it around just to burn things down?
Meet me tonight on the turnpike my darling,
where we believe in everything.
If we sweat all these debts then we're sure to drown,
so let's strap ourselves up to this engine now
with our God who we found laying under the back seat.