Backseat Driving

A thousand years of silence is what i need
Let it be
Slipping, sliding, never really saying what you mean
just echoing
A picture paints a thousand words or more
You always paint a picture to ignore
The more you say, the more I think
Who on earth is listening to you
It isn’t me
Reeling, writhing
All of this bad timing, don’t you see
Let it be
Backseat driving
trying to ease my mind and get some peace
I’d give anything for this
You see the pained look on my face
The darkness round my eyes from stress and strain
I say again
Take a break to stop and think
Be hero or be heroine but please
Let it be
A picture paints a thousand words or more
You always paint a picture to ignore
The more you say, the more I think
Who on earth is listening to you
It isn’t me
It isn’t me