Backseat Drivers (The Fold)

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