Late tonight in my car
I'm driving to see you
You promised me a filet mignon

Far across the distance
Not sure how to get there
Directions that you gave me long gone

Near, far, don't know where you are
Can't believe this is taking so long
Once more you open the door
I'm not there as you see
My road map is wrong, so wrong

Can't call you, have no dime
So I read it one more time
It was made by some clueless moron

Can't get it refolded
and back in my glovebox
Hope I don't wind up in Ceylon

East, West, it's only a guess
There's no service station in sight
If I can't find my way
I'm sorry to say
I think that my steak will be gone

I guess, I need GPS
I've thrown out the map on some lawn
Look! Hey! There's my driveway!
I'm back at the start
My car knew it all along