Iguana

Iguana

Lying in the hot sun

I wonder

If he knows what's going on

Between

You and me

And if

It's meant

To be

We were driving

But maybe we were hiding

From the places

That became so familiar

But still

Doesn't change the ways things are

And it doesn't

Matter if we drive real far

Oooooooh, Oooooooh

Oooooooh, Oooooooh

The radio's piercing through my ears

With all those songs from the past few years

Reminding me of every little thing

So does this road trip really have to be the end?

The end

Of you and me

Iguana

Laughing in the 100 degrees

Iguana

Sitting by the roadside

While I fix the flat

And try to swallow my pride

Watching the cars go by

Should we give it one more try?

Keep your eyes on the road while you cry

Maybe next time we should fly