from the backseat

we were burning in a '94 corolla

three hours deep into south dakota

i was workin' on a lukewarm coca-cola

in the dog days of july

and my dad was a superman stick shift driver

stayed lois lane beside him

kissing to the rhythm of the billboard signs

as they went blurring by

even when he would stop to pull over

he never took his hand off of her shoulder

you can see for miles

you can reach the dials

sit back and smile from the front seat

you can chase the sun

you can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet

when you're sitting shotgun

you're sittin' pretty and free

but you learn to love from the backseat

so blink one day and i'm rolling along

with a part time job

and blue pom-poms

like every day's a knock off mellencamp song

with his hand right on my knee

and we made the age-old prom night promise

put the corsage right where i want it

and we found a road with nobody on it

and we didn't stop to think

and i didn't care when he killed the motor

shut off the lights and we climbed over

you can see for miles

you can reach the dials

sit back and smile from the front seat

you can chase the sun

you can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet

when you're sitting shotgun

you're sittin' pretty and free

but you learn to love from the back seat

up here i see it clear through the rear-view

it's good to take the back seat

when you get to

you can see for miles

you can reach the dials

sit back and smile from the front seat

you can chase the sun

you can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet

when you're sitting shotgun

you're sittin' pretty and free

but you learn to love

you can see for miles

you can reach the dials

sit back and smile from the front seat

you can chase the sun

you can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet

when you're sitting shotgun

you're sittin' pretty and free

but you learn to love from the back seat

we were burning in a '94 corolla

three hours deep into south dakota

i was working on a lukewarm coca-cola