I took a girl from East up to the North
Who'd have known that things would run their course
Fourteen years later, we went back and forth
I took a girl from East up to the North
Her mama loved the smell of gasoline
We're driving to a town she's never seen
And memories of this road just feel like someone else's dream
Her mama loved the smell of gasoline
State Street in the sunlight
Chain stores where mom and pops should be
And as I turn a corner
I realize Mad Town's for her and not for me
The moon cut through the windshield with a song
She would dial them up, I'd sing along
The harmonies were right, even if the words were wrong
The moon cut through the windshield with a song
