My nerves are buzzing and workingnEyes are flashing and jerkingnMy feelings on the windshieldnNight air as cold as chain mailnTakes me back to the first daynThe little girl in you spoke to menYou know, it spoke right to menSweet cream dream girlnToo much, it's just like candynI won't forget it quicklynBlind ride on highway 80nAnd I think it's time you learn how to drivenSay hi to the big timenBright lemon lime memories that rhymenWhite lace, bracelet charms and silent alarmsnYou and I work in factoriesnWe run the big machinerynThe will to try leaves slowlynThe murder goes on dailynDon't give me phobias walking the cablenWe'll go when we're willing and stop when we're ablenI wish these cards on no one's tablenAnd when love is crowded out I'm a friend of the familynAt the funeral of our love just a friend of the familynAh, Miss Critical, might find you're minus one nownIf there's someone you love now, tell them you love them right nownHave we been cheated of three of our seasons?nHow could we break off for such practical reasons?nAll the right reasonsnSleep young bride to be no morenWhatever we do now has been done beforenI'm going to drive out to the end of the dirt roadnTo a place where no one living goesnI'm going to run on foot till I can't feel the coldnAnd find a sunrise so beautifulnIt would capture your soulnAnd shoot it full of holesnWell we could hate ourselvesnJust like the friends of the family donWe could quit our jobsnJust like the friends of the family donWe could change our mindsnJust like the friends of the family donStep right over the linenJust like the friends of the family do