Lyrics

The passenger window framed you like a screen And deep in my mind I was filming a scene Of the land rushing by, your shades, and your hat I prefer a memory to a photograph It was merely a muse It was in, it was out 'Til I made the mistake of speaking out loud You said, "I got the camera right here in the back." Oh, why'd I have to go and kill a moment like that? I prefer the memory to the photograph Oooh, memory to a photograph You know, I sometimes get this little deja vu It comes in the dark when I'm lying with you And even the salt in the air comes back Then I'm open to anything but what you had The blur of the land, your shades, and your hat Oooh, I prefer a memory to a photograph No, the picture we took didn't capture all this Just a faraway look, a scene that I missed A sign of what was to come perhaps Did you know then that when you were showing me that? I prefer the memory to the photograph One world is round, and the other is flat Oooh, memory to a photograph