Wasn't supposed to go this way when I met you yesterday Didn't need you next to me Am I the kind that you expected me to be? It's getting a little warm Crack the window, please I'll pump the gas if you run inside Grab a couple tall boys and a honey pie Yesterday is far away And tomorrow you'll be gone It wasn't supposed to go this way Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Thursday Ten million people Maybe more Out on the highway in a dusty storm Two lonesome losers in a stolen dream Headed straight for nowhere in a suicide machine If you the lights flashing, push the pedal down Over the border they can't get us there Between the two of us we'll make it if we share Yesterday is far away And tomorrow you'll be gone It wasn't supposed to go this way Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Thursday