Backseat

I followed sweet music into the mountain

I sat in the tree to try and catch lightning

But I only felt most alright

When my bed was the backseat

No sunlight, no headlights

Nothing flying by

No leaving behind what's

Trapped, still, and lonely

No looking at yellow lines

No not knowing where to turn

So takeover the helm in shifts

Ignore me and let me drift

Into somber slumbers of bliss

I'll know when I get there

Don't knock on the window

Just keep the wheels spinning below

I'll know when I get there