Rebecca Schiffman

The Long Ride Home
In the car, we prove each other wrongIn the car, it's no one's fault at allThinking about the nights aheadAll of things I still won't have saidIn the car we prove each other wrong.In the car, only twice a yearWe know there are some problems hereTurn up the static to drown out the soundOf the NPR broadcast that brings up downAt night, we string around the mountains like X-Mas lightsIf I die, will you hold my body wondering what's gone inside?'Cause the driver seems a little nervousBut I know that he would never hurt usIn the card, it's hard to fall asleepNow it seems it's only meLeaning against the windowsCounting the exits 'til we get homeAt night, we string around the mountains like X-Mas lightsIf I die, will you hold my body wondering what's gone inside?'Cause the driver seems a little nervous But I know that he has never hurt us so far.If there was a song that we all knew in the car From Letras Mania