I pulled out of the suburbs by sunset.Rain was falling, it looked like it would for a while.I had a radio, six-pack and some cigarettes.The radio died after the first hundred miles.I sang all the way to the borderAnd guess who starred in every rhyme.Ah you know and I know that love never runs on time.I followed that old river 'til the morning.I stopped, I don't remember the name of the town.But the colour of the coffee was a warning,It was the colour of the river but not nearly as brown.The waitress poured me another,I guess she was . feeling kind (alt: the mind reading kind).You know and I know that love never runs on time.You're lost in the traffic.I've been asking around, but you haven't been seen.I never thought we were perfect.Oh but darling - what we could have been!The rain came and went all the next day.I pulled over sometime for a sleep on the side.Then I gunned it back out on the highway,Hit a big pot-hole and the radio came alive.I never heard a love song yetThat I could call yours and mine.Cause you know and I know that love never runs on time.I never heard a love song yetThat I could call yours and mine.Cause you know and I know that love never runs on time
