Drive

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

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