It seems a little strange to spend a Saturday evening
Driving 70 miles an hour away from the sunset
It seems a little odd to spend a Saturday evening
Driving away from you
There are a thousand words for despair
But only three to tell the way I feel
And you know them well and how they taste
On your tongue when they roll off your lips
Pete Barta - Driving Lyrics
Pete Barta - Driving Lyrics
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It seems a little strange to spend a Saturday evening
Driving 70 miles an hour away from the sunset
It seems a little odd to spend a Saturday evening
Driving away from you
There are a thousand words for despair
But only three to tell the way I feel
And you know them well and how they taste
On your tongue when they roll off your lips
Driving 70 miles an hour away from the sunset
It seems a little odd to spend a Saturday evening
Driving away from you
There are a thousand words for despair
But only three to tell the way I feel
And you know them well and how they taste
On your tongue when they roll off your lips
Writer: Pete Barta
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