Backseat Travellers

Summer days are still a mystery They summon the passion to change history We were driving through Tennessee Open skies and thoughts of home all deceased We're just backseat travelers We're just backseat travelers Mama said to be home by five But the wind with its breath gave us a choice to decide She was weeping on the front porch Half past ten, we have sinned, when did this begin? We're just backseat travelers We're just backseat travelers Wild and free, the roads tell a story never told We come alive when the summer meets the wind Summer days now passed on by The leaves are falling and winter absorbs the sky Mother's home has gone with the sun But home for us now are the roads that can't be outrun We're just backseat travelers We're just backseat travelers