Drive - International Observer's Interstellar Underpass Mix

I know it's late, now I know I ought to go
 Ride in your car now but please don't drop me home
 My head's so heavy, could this be all a dream?
 Promise me maybes and say things you don't mean
 Rain falling from concrete colored skies
 No, boy, don't speak, now you just drive, drive
 Drive, take me through, make me feel alive
 Alive when I ride with you
 Keep my heart turning on axles around you
 Keep our love burning just like it used to do
 Now just for us, they could play our favorite tune
 Let's not discuss all these things we can't undo, let
 Rain falling from concrete colored sky
 No, boy, don't speak, now you just, drive, drive
 Drive, speed me through, make me feel alive
 Alive when I ride with you
 Rain falling from concrete colored skies
 No, boy, don't speak, now you just drive