[Verse 1: Garage-rock female lead, snarling] I fix cars all day, I can hear what's wrong Bad belt sings a different note than the song Knock in the engine, grind in the gears I been reading machines for eleven years You said work and home, babe, eight miles each way Home by six, and you're with me every day Then you left me your keys and your car for a tune And the numbers on the dash started talking real soon [Pre-Chorus: Garage-rock female lead, building heat] Do the math, baby, eighty miles a week Odometer says four hundred, so go on and speak [Chorus: Garage-rock female lead, all-out roar] Your mouth says home, but the miles say different Seat's pushed back and the tank's sitting empty, listen Every mile on that clock is a mile you went missing Your mouth says home, but the miles say different [Verse 2: Garage-rock female lead, faster, ticking it off] Passenger seat's pushed all the way back I'm five foot two, babe, I don't sit like that Red clay on the rocker from a road I don't know Pine needles in the cowl where the wipers go Toll tag beeping on a bridge out of state Radio preset on a station I hate Lipstick on a napkin in the cup holder, too And it ain't my color, and it ain't for you [Pre-Chorus: Garage-rock female lead, building heat] Do the math, baby, eighty miles a week Odometer says four hundred, so go on and speak [Chorus: Garage-rock female lead, all-out roar] Your mouth says home, but the miles say different Seat's pushed back and the tank's sitting empty, listen Every mile on that clock is a mile you went missing Your mouth says home, but the miles say different [Bridge: Garage-rock female lead, spoken verdict, flat and cold over the drums] Here's my diagnosis, and I'm billing you for it Four hundred miles, a toll bridge and a seat for somebody taller Labor's free, you lying piece of shit But the parts are staying here with me [Verse 3: Garage-rock female lead, grinning, back at full volume] I did the job right, new plugs, new belts Purring like a cat, never ran so well Then I handed you a bus pass and I kept the keys Title's in my name, so ride the eighty-three, please [Chorus: Garage-rock female lead, all-out roar] Your mouth says home, but the miles say different Seat's pushed back and the tank's sitting empty, listen Every mile on that clock is a mile you went missing Your mouth says home, but the miles say different [End]
