Ant McNaught

Love is just a ride.
Love is just a ride.
You get up on the carousel.
You end up on the slide.
Love is just a ride.
 
Love is just a ride.
Love is just a ride.
It’s a game of hide and seek
but you don’t get to hide.
Love is just a ride.
 
And love is blind.
Soon you’ll find
it’s out of sight.
You better hold on tight.
Cause all your dreams
and all your schemes,
none of that counts
when you dismount.
 
Love is just a ride.
Love is just a ride.
So what if true love dried
every tear that true love cried.
Love is just a ride.
 
Love is just a ride.
Ain’t nothing but a ride.
And you’ll know you’ve broken up
when you’re broken up inside.
Love is just a ride.
 
And love is blind;
pretty soon you’ll find
it’s out of sight.
You better hold on tight.
Cause all your dreams
and all your schemes,
none of them count
when you dismount.
 
Love is just a ride.
Love is just a ride.
You get up on the carousel.
You end up on the slide.
Love is just a ride.