Who needs a map when love?s the guide?
Who needs a bed when the road is wide?
Who needs a fire when the moon is high?
We?ll find our way by the headlight in the sky
It?s bright enough, the moon?s waxed up like a new paint job
Stars awake, like the metal flakes in a deep black Cadillac
So put those high beams out,
moonshine in, hang on for the ride
They say that love is blind, but I guess
I wanna find out for myself
So honey put that halo on, cause
I can?t see a single wrong
With the chance to break your spell
