Don't drive to Demore (?) without your seatbelt on 'Cause there are things that we can't avoid Like the ends of our songs And I heard you wrecked our mother's car Well I hope that you're okay And I heard you only got so far And took the bus the rest o' the way Well love can make you do some crazy things Gotta answer the phone when it rings And who knows what her birthday brings 'Cause I can only call so much And I can only yell so loud And how I wish that we could touch I'll sleep with my arms stretched out But love could make me do a crazy thing Like book my flight, use the credit card scheme Like fly first-class, free drinks and bad dreams And I'll watch him help you with your French As the season skips the spring And he whispers, "I could teach you how to surf," And I yell, "I know what that means." And see I, I don't need any waves crashing down on me And love, it can make you say some pretty hurtful things Like, "Don't fly to France and find your girl gone Because you left it up to chance, whatever side it's on."