Out of Hand

She brakes as the stoplight changes red In shotgun four words rip through my head She is right there She is right there She drums on the steering wheel with her thumb My heart starts to fight its way to my tongue She is right there She is right there I wanna say Tell me why it feels important when I cook you dinner Tell me why I wish I knew you when I was a child Tell me why you've been alone for so long When you never would need be again I won't let it If you'd let it Get out of hand I'm nauseous from saying none of these things She turns on her song and I'm idling Idolizing that wild way that she sings She doesn't care No, she might not care I wanna cry out Tell me why all this confusion is horribly simple Tell me what lives in my sleep that is trying to get out Tell me why you've been alone for so long When you never would need be again I won't let it If you'd let it Get out of hand, and When did this slow lightning strike me And make every hair stand on end when she calls me And when did her name sound so different And when did she slip her cold hand in my yellow coat pocket She says Tell me why stoplights take so goddamn long to start changing I tell her that change can be scary and she cracks a smile She gives her hand back to the wheel And in rushes an absence I cannot withstand Oh I'd regret it If I never let it Oh, get out of hand Out of hand Oh, out of hand Out of hand