Words & Music by Steven Page 

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 
A secret all along, unless I've got this wrong 
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