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Lyrics: Better Than Ezra. How Does Your Garden Grow. At The Stars.

Maybe I should drop you at your door
Or leave tonight and vanish up the shore
Anywhere but here

It's three o'clock, we're driving in your car
You're screaming out the window at the stars
"Please don't drive me home"

Blame us 'cause we are who we are
Hate us 'cause you'll never get that far
And who'd suppose you would go?
I've already learned enough to know

Tell me all the places we could go
And count the headlights passing on the road
A long, long time ago

Blame us 'cause we are who we are
Hate us 'cause you'll never get that far
And who'd suppose that you would go?
I've already learned enough to know

Here we are, foreign to their world
Straight and composed, your sermons I can do without
And I finally found that everybody loves to love you
When you're far away

Could it be we've done something wrong?
We'd make it home to your place before dawn
Please, don't drive me home
Please, don't take me home

Blame us 'cause we are who we are
Hate us 'cause you'll never get that far
And who'd suppose that you would go?
I've already learned, I've already learned enough to know