The Day is hot
The night is too
You roll the windows down to breathe

Smoke rolls in
Tickles your eyes
Blurs white lines on the concrete

When you are a driver you just drive, you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive

The backseats cramped
Covered in sheets „Hey, what’s the secret underneath?“
I heard you I saw you laugh You played guitar in the garage

When you are a driver you just drive, you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive

I wrote your name across the bathroom wall,
I hope you call from
Where the blacktop meets the neon light and it’s always night and
You’re okay
‚Til then I dream about the road, the horizon and a lining of gold

When you are a driver you just drive, you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive, you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive