At The Stars — текст песни (better than ezra)

Maybe I should drop you at your door.
Or leave tonight and vanish up the shore.
Anywhere but here.
It`s three o`clock we`re driving in your car,
you`re screaming out the window at the stars,
please don`t drive me home!
Blame us because we are who we are.
Hate us because you`ll never get that far.
And who`d suppose you would go?
I`ve already learned enough to know.
Tell me all the places we could go.
And count the headlights passing on the road,
a long, long time ago.
Here we are.
Foreign to their world.
Straight and composed.
Your sermons I can do without
and I finally found.
That everybody loves to love you
when you`re far away.
Could it be we`ve done something wrong
we`d make it back to your place before dawn
Please, don`t take me home.
Please, don`t take me home.