Chris Bathgate - The 44's lyrics

We made love in your car Down by the 44's A haunting now that I'm your pa**enger And the light from the street Washed over our feet Like some sublime sacred offering But now I'm headed home Now I'm standing in the wind Where our wheel stopped its spin Seems every stumble I've had was steered And as I turned to go I shake the cold from off my coat Seems every straw that I stuck stows me here But now you're headed home Now I hope that you can hold How much I love you both More than either one of you could know And the best breezes you'll ever feel Will be coming off of your windshield And revelry and its sum your only toll And now you're headed home