The Ride Songtext
von Dave Hause

I′m almost conscious, how 'bout you?
I need a twelve-dollar juice and a little truth
You′ll have some small-town trouble when this thing blows
I guess we got 'em all talkin' when we got low
We got ′em all talkin′ when we got low

We might have been going too fast
All your boyfriends puffed up saying they wanna come and kick my ass
I wasn't looking for love or trouble, just a place to crash

But then it′s me and you in Chicago in a king-size bed
Remember every move you made, every word you said
I pulled the feathers in your tail and I bit your wings
We got wild for the night and tried everything
Just a princess and a pauper in a bed for a king


We might have been going too fast
All your girlfriends whispering, saying ain't no way it′ll last
But I'm taking the ride all the way even if we crash
So let it crash

So now it′s you and me, baby, in this beachside home
And try as I may, I can't leave you alone
They threw a whole lot of shade on our little fling
Gonna chase the shade away with a shiny little ring
Wait 'til they all get a look at your ring

We might be going too fast
Everybody got something to say, talking ′bout it′ll never last
But it's a hell of a ride to take even if we crash
Even if we crash
Even if we crash
Yeah, even if we crash
We′re gonna crash