Lyrics:

As you drove to the concert
You talked bout my 65 beaumont
And how the romance is essential
And, I like instrumentals
And I kissed you on the cheek
Where you had the bruise
I always seem to loose
The ones who make the news
Let's get in the car and cruise
You put the coffee on the dashboard
And told another story
I always have to have the last word
This time I am sorry
I'm leaving for the winter
Going back to 1940
I dream at night of Hollywood
Of the movie stars and the glorious life
Now you face a dilemma
As the band plays return to sender