| I’ve heard you get lots of mileage | 
| Out of the speed of sound | 
| It’s how we tracked you down | 
| And in the Morse code of the brake lights | 
| In the message it’s uttering | 
| The medium is everything | 
| It says «You're set free or you get my love» | 
| But what else would you do for fun around here? | 
| If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there | 
| You’ll need a backseat driver | 
| Every turn is timed and torn up | 
| It’s the language of quick goodbyes | 
| And they will metastasize | 
| And in the Morse code of the brake lights | 
| Repeating and stuttering | 
| Are the words of a child king | 
| «You can’t make me, I won’t do this» | 
| So what do you do for fun around here? | 
| If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there | 
| You’ll need a backseat driver | 
| If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there | 
| You’ll need a backseat driver | 
| And I’ll grow back into it | 
| I know it’s time that we got going | 
| Though it’s unsafe at every speed | 
| And I’ll grow back into it | 
| I know it’s time that we got going | 
| Though it’s unsafe at every speed | 
| I’ve heard you get lots of mileage | 
| Out of the speed of sound | 
| It’s how we tracked you down | 
| And in the Morse code of your brake lights | 
| You said «So what do you do for fun around here?» | 
| If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there | 
| You’ll need a backseat driver | 
| If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there | 
| You’ll need a backseat driver | 
| If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there | 
| You’ll need a backseat driver |