I can hear that bluebird, out in the yard singing, slap of the screen door, that front
porch swing creaking, you kicking your shoes off, to a song we used to know, sounds like
Luke and Bob, makes me want to go buy, don't pick up, just drive you around, dial up some
air, hand crank the window down, reach in the glove box, pull out that paper mile, find
the forgotten road, one that'll take us back in time, makes me want to go buy, don't pick up,
I ain't got no console, so you can slide on over, gotta love that bench seat, and your
head on my shoulder, I could use a little simplified, just you and the radio, something
in the air tonight, makes me want to go buy, don't pick up, just drive you around, dial
up some air, hand crank the window down, reach in the glove box, pull out that paper mile,
find the forgotten road, one that'll take us down to the riverbank, back up that short
watch that sun sink, see what happens next, we're driving around, makes me want to go
buy, don't pick up, just drive you around, dial up some air, hand crank the window down, reach
in the glove box, pull out that paper mile, find the forgotten road, one that'll take us
back in time, makes me want to go buy, don't pick up, buy, don't pick up, just drive you
around.