Backseat Drivers by Fold
Backseat Drivers lyrics
We�re hollywood stopping as the same old song comes on your radio
And I don�t feel a thing, except your hand in mine
It�s all or none, cause I am one who don�t believe in half hearted attempts
I�m taking this one serious, it�s serious
It�s the sound of a hand across your face, singin� like
It�s a sad place but where do I fit in, singin� like
I�m through with words, I�m gonna start to live this out for you
And I don�t feel a thing, except your hand in mine
Cause it�s all been, and we had fun but the time has come to state our best defense
I�m taking this one serious
It�s the sound of a hand across your face, singin� like
It�s a sad place but where do I fit in, singin� like
It�s a car of backseat drivers, where do I fit in, singin� like
It�s a car of backseat drivers, afraid to take the wheel
Either one of us takes the wheel, or all of us take the fall
It�s the sound of a hand across your face, singin� like
It�s a sad place but where do I begin, singin� like
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