Drive

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