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Written by Pat McLaughlin
Main Voice: PETER, CARLO & VICKI
Produced by Continental Drifters
Released on 'Continental Drifters' (1995)

I'm driving down the highway of the saints
Keepin' an eye on a friend of mine
Who wishes no complaints
When all her strength had left her
And hope it become thin
Now I'm driving down the highway of the saints.

The sun is up and no one's in the field
The temperature keeps risin'
The wind is on it's heels
Of all the things she taught me
Of none of them restrained
Driving down the highway of the saints.


Since the day I met you
I couldn't forget you
Put my mind right into a blender
Cause I couldn't understand you
I worked and I fretted
I mentally sweated
Put my brain on overdrive
Worked my mind just to make you mine

Seems the more I learn
Through my troubles and stuff
The most important fact
Is that I think, i think too much

My goal was then drafted
The seduction was crafted
I executed my strategy
But you never would come to me
Every course had been taken
So my hope was forsaken
But when ambition was thrown away
It was then that


I can see you now
Standing on a street corner
Pastel shades, and a candy stripe parallel
Good time love, oh that I'd been much older
Go messing with the boys from the incrowd
But all I could do was wish them farewell

What's that strange new music?
What's that funny rhythm?
They call it Blue Beat
But you can call it
Young love
You can call it Tamla Dream
Down at your local Motown machine
I need to be loved down
At your Twisted Wheel

And I can see that little stage
All the hands up in the air
Bombers and blues gonna see us through
Got


Arg wu sentafinticate nar dunderford
Bida menti kosticated interserd
Thorphilliate stinded yilla billa zay
Wentora yate paravilllintiniay paravilllintiniay

Dorga orpha dorga billa
Dorga orpha stifaleare
Dorga orpha dorga billa tonalation fonamere

CHORUS: Stop talking gibberish
Or just stop talking
Stop talking gibberish
Or just stop talking
Stop talking gibberish
Or just stop talking
Stop talking gibberish
Or just stop talking now

If I had one wish
Well I don’t know just what I’de wish for
But


 
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