Sheila In The Rearview Mirror

Sheila in the rearview mirror
Oh so far, oh so near
Driving in the morning fog
Hard to see when it's not so clear

But I see your face, your eyes and such
I hear your voice, feel your touch
Yeah, you told me a lot of things
But hey, you never really said that much

Sheila in the rearview mirror
Drifting here, drifting there
I guess it must be true what I hear
Objects aren't always as close as they appear