Driver Education - Indigo Girls

I fell for guys who tried to commit suicide

With soft rock hair, blood shot eyes

Tastes like Marlboro cigarettes, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups

Pepsi in his hand, getting off the school bus

Films and drills, safety illustrations

The crushed cars of driver education, driver education

Now its tattooed girls with a past they can’t remember

Who pledged allegiance to a life of bending the curriculum

She tastes like spring, there she goes again

Drinking with the older guys, tripping by the lakeside

Films and drills and safety illustrations

The crushed cars of driver education, driver education

When you were sweet sixteen, I was already mean

And feeling bad for giving it up to the man just to make the scene

Where were you, back when I had something to prove?

With the switchblade set and the church kids learning my moves

I ran for miles through the suburbs of the seventies

Pollen dust and Pixie sticks, kissing in the deep end

Of swimming pools before I knew what’s in there

We come into this life waterlogged and tender

Films and drills and safety illustrations

The crushed cars of driver education

Films and drills and safety illustrations

The crushed cars of driver education, driver education

Driver education, driver education, driver education