'It's getting late,'
she said,
She touched my face,
'Let's stay out as late as we can.'

Drive around the lake
just a little too fast,
my eyes on the lights, her hand on my shoulder
Yeah, windows down
wine in our heads
the city lights just blur

Let's go out
on a dock
we'll bring a bottle and a blanket.
And everything,
yeah, everything is going our way.

Lean in to me.