Driving through the long night
  Trying to figure who's right and who's wrong
  Now the kid has gone. I sit belted up tight,
  She sucks on a match light, glowing bronze, steering on.
  And I might be more of a man if I stopped this in it's tracks
  And said, come on, let's go home. But she's got the wheel,
  And I've got nothing except what I have on.
  
  When you're driving with the brakes on
  When you're swimming with your boots on,
  It's hard to say you love someone
  And it's hard to say you don't
  
  Trying to keep the mood right, trying to steer the conversation from
  The thing we've done.
  She shuts up the ashtray, and I say it's a long way back now hon
  She just yawns. And we might get lost someplace
  So desolate that no one where we're from would ever come
  But she's got the wheel and I've got to deal from now on.
  
  But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide,
  Nothing's gonna make me, break from her side
  
     He likes Armani suits
  To wear with ties of silk
  Bought a herd of cows
  To milk his own milk
  I like his heart of gold, his personality
  He's just too fancy for me
  
  He's got a Cartier and a Mercedes Benz
  And that was all ok
  When we were only friends
  But when we're on a date
  It's all too plain to see
  He's just too fancy for me
  
  I like a man who can roll up his jeans
  And wade in the water
  And still has some dreams
  I like a man who can understand
  Simplicity
  
  Don't want 'em finely tuned
  Cause quirky men are cool
  The Concorde's caviar
  Ain't like Balducci's food
  Those thousand dollar suits
  May suit society
  But they're just too fancy for me
  
  Give me a fishing boat
  Give me a wide eyed grin
  Don't even try to gloat
  Cause you won't even win
  
  Don't want the courtside seats
  I want my nose to bleed
  He's just too fancy for me
  He's just too fancy for me