Backseat Radio

Same old streets, same cracked signs

Running circles, wasting time

Mom says “boy you gotta choose”

But I just wanna break the rules

I don’t need a perfect plan

Just a beat and a shaking hand

Turn it up, backseat radio

Static dreams gonna overflow

Screaming loud, let the speakers blow

This is all I’ll ever know

Cheap guitars and summer nights

Fighting ghosts under neon lights

Everyone says slow it down

But I’m already outta town

No direction, no excuse

Just three chords and nothing to lose

Turn it up, backseat radio

Static dreams gonna overflow

Screaming loud, let the speakers blow

This is all I’ll ever know

Maybe I’ll crash, maybe I’ll burn

But I don’t wanna wait my turn

Turn it up, backseat radio

Let it rip, let the whole world know

I’m alive when the volume’s low?

No way, no, hell no