All the other girls here are stars; you are the Northern Lights. They try to shine in through your curtains; you're too close and too bright. Well they try and they try but everything that they do Is the ghost of a trace of a pale imitation of you. I'll be the one to drive you home, Kathleen. This party was made with the night and the chance that a smile Will wind its way from your face to one of the boys in your life. Well you act like you're hip to their tricks and you're strong But a virgin, wurlitzer heart never once had a song, I'l be the one to drive you back home, Kathleen. And I'll have you back by break of day Well I know you are waiting and I know that it is not for me. But I'm here and I'm ready, and I saved you the passenger seat. And I wont be your last dance, just your last goodnight, Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied I'll be the one to drive you back home, Kathleen I'll be the one Crawl up your trellis, crawl up your trellis, crawl up your trellis And quietly back into your room And I'll coast down the length of your drive by the light of the moon And the next time we meet is a new kind of hello Both our hearts have a secret only both of us know About the night that I drove you back home, Kathleen Drove you home Drove you home La-da-di-da (repeating)