| A plain and lazy afternoon still fresh inside my head
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| An echo of a simpler time, a reflection that’s yours and mine
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| That car would take us anywhere, get back before the sun
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| Return to that uneasy place where you are father and I am son
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| We’re going for a drive
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| It’s all in my mind
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| The smell of pleather and gasoline
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| We are chrome that turned to rust
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| The years that seperate us now are the years we lost to our mistrust
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| I’m sorry for my absence but it isnt all my fault
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| I’ve come to a place where I can say
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| That I’m not angry at you anymore
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| Well thought we tried
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| It’s still in my mind
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| Let me steer us home, I promise to get us there
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| Looking straight ahead I’ll be alright tonight
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| I look inside myself and find a piece of you in spite of me
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| It’s gettin easier to accept I’ve become a lot like you again
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| I look inside myself and find a way out of this tangled way
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| I’m doing things to spite you now
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| I’m doing things that tear me down
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| So turn the radio up and we’ll sit inside a rivalry
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| A stolen moment locked in time
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| A signal that it will be alright
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| Well, it’s getting easier to be me everyday
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| I look inside myself and find a piece of you |