Drive You Home Songtext
von Beaver Nelson

When the sky has turned you over
And the ground has spit you back
And you′ve nothin' left to show for
All the miles run down the track

And her face turns like a compass
From your direction due south
And last call sounds like the trumpets
An angel′s drought to a sinner's mouth

It's nice to know who your friends are
There the ones who drive you home


When you wash up on some dark shore
Deprived of your deep blue home
And you turn to sleep for comfort
And see eyes starin′ back as you close your own

It′s nice to know who your friends are
There the ones who drive you home

There is something in this big green world
More beautiful than I've ever seen
And there is something in this coal black mind
That makes me dark and mean

When you see the bottle′s bottom
And all the gold and silver there
And the pillows make the landing softer
But still you know it won't pay your fare

It′s nice to know who your friends are
There the ones who drive you home


It's nice to know who your friends are
There the ones who drive you home