She'll Drive The Big Car — David Bowie

She waited by the moon She was sick with fear and cold She felt too old for all of this Of course she never showed She lugged her suitcase to the bus Melted home through the snow North along riverside

She slips beneath the sheets A husbands quiet devoted wife But strangers sad and nervous By the dawns early light Loves lies like a dead cloud On a shabby, yellow lawn Up on riverside

She'll drive the big car He'll sit behind She'll keep an eye on Jessica South along the Hudson

She'll turn the radio high Find a station playing sad, sad soul Just a little bit louder now South along the Hudson yea

Just a little bit faster now Just a little bit louder now Just a little bit angry now South along the Hudson, yea

And she'll drive the big car And talk herself insane Just a little bit louder now Just a little bit angry now

Way back when Millennium Meant racing to the light He promised her a dream-life He'd take her back to street-life

Away from violent water With its Cormorants and leaves Up on riverside

She'll drive the big car But he'll sit behind Bursting her bubbles of Ludlow and Grand South along the Hudson She'll turn the radio way up high Find a station playing sad, sad soul

Just a little bit louder now South along the Hudson

Just a little bit faster now Just a little bit louder now Just a little bit angry now South along the Hudson, yea

Just a little bit faster now Just a little bit louder now Just a little bit angry now South along the Hudson, yea

She'll drive the big car He'll sit behind She'll keep an eye on Jessica Just a little bit faster now Just a little bit faster now