The car never stops, it just moves forward
The sun is bright and birds are high.
The trees whisper all their secrets
And I'm sitting, just contemplating.
We are moving for some reason
We are moving to somewhere
What would happen if I turned right
And got off the road?
All of the colours passing by
Sitting in a place where we might die
Our minds are distracted but our bodies still collide
Where we are.
This is why I want to drive.
I want to grow up
I want to drive
I want to be free
I want to cry
I want to do everything and nothing
I want to
I want time to slow dow
I want everyone to slow down
But time is always moving
And here we are driving our cars.