Who?

Maybe I have a bit of a one-track mind, but The Cars’ Drive always sounds to me like a song written (presciently) for HIV-negative barebackers. Listen:

Lyrics:

Who’s gonna tell you when it’s too late?
Who’s gonna tell you things aren’t so great?
You can’t go on thinking nothing’s wrong.
Who’s gonna drive you home tonight?

Who’s gonna pick you up, when you fall?
Who’s gonna hang it up, when you call?
Who’s gonna pay attention, to your dreams?
Who’s gonna plug their ears, when you scream?

You can’t go on thinking nothing’s wrong.
Who’s gonna drive you home tonight?

Bye baby… bye baby… bye baby… bye baby…

Who’s gonna hold you down, when you shake?
Who’s gonna come around, when you break?

You can’t go on thinking nothing’s wrong.
Who’s gonna drive you home tonight?
You can’t go on thinking nothing’s wrong.
Who’s gonna drive you home tonight?