Limousines

There?s a pale rider behind her And empty faces up ahead There are strange feelings inside her She doesn?t take her dreams to bed It?s so confusing It?s not black or white, it?s not wrong or right Don?t trust the painter It?s all a shade of gray She sees two faces unequal She knows the mirror doesn?t lie When he looks at her no matter He only sees the brighter side Why should she try to Talk him out of it if the feelings fit? No way of saying What works for someone else Some people drive limousines Some people take the backseat She wants to control the dream, yeah And there?s danger in the back streets, oh yeah There?s a part of her, dark covered The laces have been tightly drawn She says old habits like old lovers Have a way of hangin? on It?s so confusing Does she show him all? Does she risk the fall? He thinks she?s perfect Who?s she to disagree? Some people drive limousines Some people take the backseat She wants to control the dream, yeah And there?s danger in the back streets Some people drive limousines They like to do it hands on She?s finally found a dream, yeah She wants to take a chance on, yeah, oh Some people drive limousines Some people take the backseat She wants to control the dream, yeah And there?s danger in the back streets Some people drive limousines They like to do it hands on Forget what her eyes have seen, yeah And she wants to take a chance on Some people drive limousines Some people take the backseat She wants to control the dream There?s danger in the back streets Some people drive limousines Limousines, danger in the backseat