Took a trip at 17, drove a car through italy It was me and john and his friend kyle Somewhere down the road we met, mary and elisabeth They let us crash at a place nearby And how i tried, to catch her eyes Mary turned on the radio She took my hand, led me to her bed I could hear voices down the hall She smiled when they sang the great pretender But got the words so wrong, elisabeth by the piano She knew none of those songs, but she tried to play along Couldn't sleep so i went out, sat me down by the parking lot John came out and talked just for a while He said you're a lucky guy cause one day we'll be 25 At least you got laid in a foreign town He went in again, mary called my name We walked up the hill over the house She took my hand, held me down again Said, boy you sure don't talk very much I wanted to tell her that i'd miss her The minute she'd be gone, elisabeth by the piano Be both then quiet down, just listen for a while I just closed my eyes and then, we were on the road again Couldn't speak, i knew not where to start But i told john to stop the car, i sat me down beside the road While something broke, it must have been my heart I stood up again, started running back Had to see her one more time, though They drove by my side, i could run and i Couldn't slow down i just could go I saw her, mary by the window, we both could hear that song Elisabeth by the piano, she played right by the cars As i crashed into her arms