Wipers on high
And you barely see
In the snow and rain
White crosses shine
Swallowed by miles burning away
Time moves quick
But the road feels so slow
Can't feel the beat
When a mind
Clings to the cold
What do you think about
What goes in and out your mind
Watching white lines go by
Listen to the motor hum
Play the steering wheel
Like a drum
La da dum into the night
I ain't going back to that life
So boy just drive
C'mon and drive
We Shiver and we cry
Like wounded skylarks
Hear the call and response
Out in the dark
Two young souls
Cursing at the stars
Singing prayers of broken hearts
Making revolutionary sparks
What do you think about
What goes in and out your mind
Watching white lines go by
Listen to the motor hum
Play the steering wheel
Like a drum
La da dum into the night
Don't ask me to hide
I won't go back to that life
Tonight or any other night
What do you think about
What goes in and out your mind
Watching white lines go by
Listen to the motor hum
Play the steering wheel
Like a drum
La da dum into the night
Don't ask me to hide
I won't go back to that life
So just drive
Drive
C'mon and drive