Backseat Driver

I'd like to do a song of great social and political import It goes like this I'm an outcast, baby, on the inside I'm looking for a place to hide You keep saying that you blow minds Well, you ain't touching mine Can you tell me how the west was won I'm a tall tale when the shadow's long long gone It's kinda nice being right all time I guess it's okay being lonely No one likes a backseat driver When you're in a big rush to put out a fire Can you tell me how the west was won I'm a tall tale when the shadow's long, long gone Too late, that grade you made selling wishes at the end of the line We're going down a rabbit hole we can all only hope we'll make it out alive There's no competition when you're running the course alone It's always your day, you can always celebrate No one's there to see you bring the trophy home I'm an outcast, baby, on the inside I'm looking for a place to hide No one likes a bright side, backseat driver style of an only child Can you tell me how the west was won I'm a tall tale when the shadow's long, long gone