BACKSEAT DRIVERS

We look parked but we were going on
To someplace we’ll never reach alone
But we’ve never even left here
Dropped our future to outrun fear
Drinking from miniatures, we’re sky high
We shoulda gone for any other life
Instead, we go on forever
Burning our backs on hot leather
And now Sunday to Sunday, we rest
Sunday to Sunday, we rest
Sunday to Sunday, we rest
We never waste time, but we don’t spend it either
We’re both just backseat drivers
Backseat driving
And we’re going nowhere
Oh, we’re going nowhere
We’re both just backseat drivers
Backseat driving
And we’re going nowhere
Oh, we’re going nowhere
We don’t move and we don’t indicate
I guess we’re waiting to be found by fate
But maybe she’ll only reach us
Once the time’s blurred our features
We can’t deal with all the choice outside
So we lay under the hood and hide
Then we steam up our windows
Let the boredom get our lymph nodes
And now Sunday to Sunday, we rest
Sunday to Sunday, we rest
Sunday to Sunday, we rest
We never waste time, but we don’t spend it either
We’re both just backseat drivers
Backseat driving
And we’re going nowhere
Oh, we’re going nowhere
We’re both just backseat drivers
Backseat driving
And we’re going nowhere
Oh, we’re going nowhere
It’s such a slow way to die
Time moves and we never do
Don’t even learn to drive
When I lose control and my license follow me
We’re both just backseat drivers
Backseat driving
And we’re going nowhere
Oh, we’re going nowhere