She fed me strawberries
  and freezer-burned ice cream
  I said "Goodbye, I guess"
  She lifted up her dress
  and so I must confess,
  we made out one more
  time before I left for good
  She thought I'd come back but I
  wouldn't want to seem like other guys
    A book-and-record love,
  we sat and read our books,
  between those longing looks,
  compounded by our fear,
  My tongue inside her ear,
  my tongue inside her
  in the basement of her mother's
  house where she once taped the
  first three sides of Sandanista! for my car
    We were looking for ourselves
  and found each other
  In the Car
  it was rare to do much more
  than simply mess around
  In the Car
  It was mostly mutual masturbation
  And though we spoke of penetration
  I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out
    Once I had this dream
  where I slept with her mom
  Unless I've got this wrong, a secret all along
  Unless she hears this song,
  unless she hears it
  on a tape inside her car
  with her new husband and she
  turns to him and says "I think that's me"
    In the Car
  We were looking for ourselves
  but found each other
  In the Car
  We groped for excuses
  not to be alone anymore
  In the Car
  We were waiting for our lives
  to start their endings
  In the Car
  We were never making love
  We were never making love
  We were never making love