Stop by the freeway I wanna go take a look at the stars With my head back against the gray gray asphalt Let's turn the radio on We'll be guided by the light of the moon With your hand and my hand and the heads in the clouds Let's go back the highway Go for a really really really long drive until I fall fast asleep And you have to carry me home And as the world gets darker, We'd have to put each other's greatest fears aside 'Cause if I took care of you, you'd have to take care of me too (Make the clocks stop, make the clocks stop) Cincinnati clocks on sea breeze dust