Out of the car, longhair!If I could write, I'd tell you how much I've missed these nightsWhere we'd dig around the bonesAnd try to find peace and patches for the holesI lit a cigarette on a parking meterThe corner boys told her how I was dyin' to meet herLike a prayer I said on a dead man's kneeYou drove up like a paradeYou and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoosAnd your old fifty-five that you drove through the roofOf the sky up above these indifferent starsWhile you just kept coming apartYou and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoosAnd your old fifty-five that you drove through the roofOf the sky up above these indifferent starsWhile you just kept coming apart straight in my armsFell straight in my armsAnd I miss it sometimesShakin' like a leaf on the corner of VineBut I heard it's alrightThe radio spoke to a good friend of mineAnd I can feel it comin' up as the night's gettin' warmI saw your summer dress hangin' on the back of the lawnLike a dream I remember from an easier timeWith the top rolled down on a Saturday nightYou and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoosAnd your old fifty-five that you drove through the roofOf the sky up above these indifferent starsWhile you just kept coming apartYou and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoosAnd your old fifty-five that you drove through the roofOf the sky up above these indifferent starsWhile you just kept coming apart right in my armsRight in my armsAnd I always dreamed of classic cars and movie screensAnd tryin' to find some way to be redeemedBring a dollar with you, babyIn the cold, cold groundYou and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoosAnd your old fifty-five that you drove through the roofOf the sky up above these indifferent starsWhile you just kept coming apartYou and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoosAnd your old fifty-five that you drove through the roofOf the sky up above these indifferent starsWhile you just kept coming apartYou fell straight in my armsYou fell straight in my arms