Summer days are still a mystery
They summon the passion to change history
We were driving through Tennessee
Open skies and thoughts of home all deceased
We're just backseat travelers
We're just backseat travelers
Mama said to be home by five
But the wind with its breath gave us a choice to decide
She was weeping on the front porch
Half past ten, we have sinned, when did this begin?
We're just backseat travelers
We're just backseat travelers
Wild and free, the roads tell a story never told
We come alive when the summer meets the wind
Summer days now passed on by
The leaves are falling and winter absorbs the sky
Mother's home has gone with the sun
But home for us now are the roads that can't be outrun
We're just backseat travelers
We're just backseat travelers