I met a little girl and I settled down. In a little house out on the edge of town. We got married and swore we'd never part. Then little by little we drifted from each other's heart. At first I thought it was just restlessness. That would fade as time went by and our love grew deep. In the end it was something more I guess. That tore us apart and made us weep. And I'm driving a stolen car. Down on Eldridge Avenue. Each night I wait to get caught. But I never do. She asked if I remembered the letters I wrote. When our love was young and bold. She said last night she read those letters. And they made her feel one hundred years old. And I'm driving a stolen car. On a pitch black night. And I'm telling myself I'm gonna be alright. But I ride by night and I travel in fear. That in this darkness I will disappear.