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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