by Jonathan Lawson
Who needs a map when love’s the guide?
Who needs a bed when the road is wide?
Who needs a fire when the moon is high?
We’ll find our way by the headlight in the sky
It’s bright enough, the moon’s waxed up like a new paint job
Stars awake, like the metal flakes in a deep black Cadillac
So put those high beams out, moonshine in, hang on for the ride
They say that love is blind, but I guess I wanna find out for myself
So honey put that halo on, cause I can’t see a single wrong
With the chance to break your spell