The car is running
This night is numbing
My brain is strumming
But that is love
The drifts are building
This city's sleeping
I must be dreaming
But that's love
When drinking gets old
And it does this, I'm told
Make even the losers bold
But that is love
It's too cold to pump gas
Or even light a smoke
How many more times
Should I pass --
Your house
And second look...
But that's love.