The Backseat

In the backseats of burned out cars

In the disenchantment lane

The ideal angels twist and turn, ask forgiveness for future mistakes

But you and I we've been through this

Maybe a hundred times before

Always hitching rides with strangers

Papa warned us about before



But you know the summer always brought it

That wild and reckless breeze

And in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room for our knees

And in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room to breathe



And in the wild desert sun, we drove straight on through the night

We rode a fever out of Boston

Dreamed of California nights

Come July, we'll ride the Ferris wheel

Go round and round and round

And if you never let me go, well I will never let you down



But you know the summer always brought it

That wild and reckless breeze

And in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room for our knees

And in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room to breathe



And these cowboys all go crazy in the heat

Chasing the lights in all the girls

Along the Santa Ana streets that they're just dying to meet

It meant nothing to me



You know the summer always brought it

That wild and reckless breeze

And in the backseat we're just trying to find some room for our knees

Hey!