Baby Lou

on the outskirts of the highway
I saw you through my window
it looked like the opening credits
of an American movie without subtitles
you didn't even ask where I was going
it seemed like you didn't care

I was heading straight to the Atlantic
to see the boats capsizing
I wanted to drown in romance
the idea seemed to appeal to you
you tell me you've never seen the ocean
who knows, maybe it's more fun over there

I understood your philosophy
Baby Lou
and your way of seeing life
Baby Lou

and why not
if that's what suits you
you're not concerned
more like dismayed

I look at you in the Buick's rearview mirror
under the tearing clouds
counting the telegraph poles
you can't find anything else to say to me
you really seem to not care about anything
to think everyone else is crazy

that's your whole philosophy
Baby Lou
it's your way of seeing life
Baby Lou

and why not
if that's what you like
you're not concerned
more like dismayed

look, here is the sea
just as bitter as you