You’ve done all the driving
Taken all the load
Worked to get things done
To keep us on the road
I’ve been in the backseat
White stripes flying by
Listening to mixtapes
Wondering how to say goodbye
We’re a long way from Kansas
And Wichita’s down the line
If we make it to Los Angeles
We’ll be doing fine
The motels are just crash pads
Real cooking is a treat
So take me out to dinner
Dance me off my feet
We used to dream of big things
You said I’d be a star
We’re just driving around in circles
Trapped inside this car
We’re a car park away from heaven
We’re a gas stop from our home
We’re a love song from a teardrop
I’m a whisper away from backbone
Off the highways
On the back roads
There’s a dust track
I can rest there
By the tall trees
In the soft ground
No one knows me
Now there’s no sound
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