Driving Home

You’re gonna make me cry

Again...

You’re gonna roll your eyes until you realise how much I mean to you

We’re never gonna feel like summer 2012

You would make scrambled eggs like no one else

What a golden life like Michael Phelps

I only want to be there,

I only want to be there

Right now we’re driving home

Put your feet on the dash - yeah we’re cool, Relax

I’ll always drive you home

I don’t know where you’re at but I can deal with that

You’re pulling me aside

Again...

You’ll leave all this behind

But don’t you realise

You’re back for Christmas soon

We’re never gonna feel like summer 2012

You would make scrambled eggs like no one else

What a golden life like Michael Phelps

I only want to be there,

I only want to be there

Right now we’re driving home

Put your feet on the dash - yeah we’re cool, Relax

I’ll always drive you home

I don’t know where you’re at but I can deal with that

Right now we’re driving home

Put your feet on the dash - yeah we’re cool, Relax

I’ll always drive you home

I don’t know where you’re at but I can deal with that

We left your cousin’s place and made a scene

oh they should put us in a magazine

We thought the honeymoon would never end

you say it’s different when we’re with your friends

Right now we’re driving home

Put your feet on the dash - yeah we’re cool, Relax

I’ll always drive you home

I don’t know where you’re at but I can deal with that

Right now we’re driving home

Put your feet on the dash - yeah we’re cool, Relax

I’ll always drive you home

I don’t know where you’re at but I can deal with that