drive

We know well there's a place that's meant for us

There's an etch in the door where she grew up

And I know it's a risk, that silver dream

But it's pulling on us like the string on a seam

Mom's on the porch and she's waving

Dad's by her side holding her hand tight

I'm in the driver's seat, I say, "You alright?"

She grabs my hand and we drive

And we drive

Skip me like a stone, show me where we're going

'Cause I know not knowing is the way we wanted

Don't look back 'cause we're driving on a fault line

Me and you, yeah, we know it's time that

We make love with a world that's out of place

Twisted trees on a cold Cali highway

Bottle shop in the shadow of the Fenway

Bad on time, but we'll never be late, yeah

Mom's on the porch and she's waving

Dad's by her side holding her hand tight

I'm in the driver's seat, I say, "You alright?"

She grabs my hand and we drive

Mom's on the porch and she's waving

Dad's by her side holding her hand tight

I'm in the driver's seat, I say, "You alright?"

She grabs my hand and we drive