*salute* Godspeed, Mr. Leonhart.

I pulled out of the suburbs by sunset.
Rain was falling, it looked like it would for a while.
I had a radio, a six-pack, and some cigarettes,
the radio died after the first hundred miles.
I sang all the way to the border, and guess who starred in every rhyme...

Ah, you know and I know that love never runs on time.

I followed that old river 'til the morning.
I stopped, I don't remember the name of the town.
But the colour of the coffee spelled a warning,
it was the colour of the river but not nearly as brown.
The waitress poured me another, I guess she was the mind-reading kind.

You know and I know that love never runs on time.

You're lost in the traffic,
I've been asking around, but you haven't been seen.
I never thought we were perfect,
Oh but darling - what we could have been!

The rain came and went all the next day.
I pulled over sometime for a sleep on the side.
Then I gunned her back out on the highway,
hit a big pot-hole and the radio came alive.
I never heard a love song yet, that I could call yours and mine.

'Cause you know and I know that love never runs on time.

I never heard a love song yet, that I could call yours and mine.

'Cause you know and I know that love never runs on time.

--

Funny thing is, this was the first CD I ever bought. Five years old, and in Australia.