You'll Need A New Backseat Driver

I've heard you get lots of mileage

Out of the speed of sound

It's how we tracked you down

And in the Morse code of the brake lights

In the message it's uttering

The medium is everything

It says "You're set free or you get my love"

But what else would you do for fun around here?

If you're gonna travel and never arrive there

You'll need a backseat driver

Every turn is timed and torn up

It's the language of quick goodbyes

And they will metastasize

And in the Morse code of the brake lights

Repeating and stuttering

Are the words of a child king

"You can't make me, I won't do this"

So what do you do for fun around here?

If you're gonna travel and never arrive there

You'll need a backseat driver

If you're gonna travel and never arrive there

You'll need a backseat driver

And I'll grow back into it

I know it's time that we got going

Though it's unsafe at every speed

And I'll grow back into it

I know it's time that we got going

Though it's unsafe at every speed

I've heard you get lots of mileage

Out of the speed of sound

It's how we tracked you down

And in the Morse code of your brake lights

You said "So what do you do for fun around here?"

If you're gonna travel and never arrive there

You'll need a backseat driver

If you're gonna travel and never arrive there

You'll need a backseat driver

If you're gonna travel and never arrive there

You'll need a backseat driver