walking by cars parked along the street im counting feet on my fingers marking pairs of repeats if were doing this were doing this right the sunshine bus has arrived my insides wont even put up a fight the driver knows how to drive and the wheels all know how to float so we coast along down the road do you miss getting stoned to the smiths and do you ever listen to the cds i made you when i forgot how to drive its a silent trip home overlooking paths in the woods streams that suggest life can life will still be good let me sleep in the backseat let me sleep in the backseat let me sleep in the backseat let me sleep in the backseat of your fathers car we stole for a day we didnt go far let me run and catch up i will prove you my worth no first will be last im scared im running out of time i will prove you my worth no last will be first i am running out of time