I'm in the other car Riding impatiently in the back seat You're in the turtle-top caravan Somewhere in this traffic jam I know I hurt your feelings And I can't find you, navigating We'll never share our private skin But I can't imagine never sharing our songs again We'll be to dekalb soon And I'll let you know how much I love you I want to let you know how your hits feel to my strum How you're the cookie, and I'm your crumb