See the dust on the dashboard
And the paint's giving away to rust
But I give him $200
And I drive it off the lot
Don't know where I'm going
But I'm sure I'm not alone
Behind me is familiar
And ahead is unknown
From the back seat I see
That I grip the wheel firmly
It's me driving me
From the back seat I see
That I grip the wheel firmly It's me driving me
I tell myself I'm leaving
But really I'm going away
This
road's got me believing
That it'd be a waste to stay
Am I driving round in circles
Through a long distance trail
Does
it lead me back to the altar
Or does it lead me to the jail
From the back seat I see
That I grip the wheel firmly
It's me driving me
From the back seat I see
That I grip the wheel firmly It's me driving me
I see, I see
that I grip the wheel firmly,
it's me driving me.
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