Concrete Angel

I keep a concrete angel in my backseat
On the Jersey Turnpike it keeps me company
When I'm driving fast I kiss its forehead
My angel's tender and its power's enormous

And I know, I know
But it's hard to go it alone

Six hundred thousand miles from your place to mine
Concrete's colder than the blacktop in springtime
You're smoking menthols, I want to split open
My angel catches me and its wing's broken

And I know, I know
But it's hard to go it alone

They call me what they want to, grit teeth, big smile
You call me angel, baby, darling, sunshine
I love my concrete angel in my front seat
When I'm driving home I know it loves me

Be my, be my, be my
Four door dashboard dream ride
Be my, be my, be my
Four door dashboard dream ride
Be my, be my, be my
Four door dashboard dream ride
Be my, be my, be my
Four door dashboard dream ride