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Don't know the route, don't know the stateOr even the number in time and spaceIn the backseat of the carI lose all sense of humorWhat's the reason for this trip?Tell me the rate I have to payI ask the driver what's wrong with meBut his seat was empty[Refrain:]The days are tumbling down,And the nights are crawlingIn the backseat of carWe have no time for questionsThe years are tumbling downAnd the minutes are shoutingKeep a-creeping on the groundTo reach the lightThe more I try to get out of thisThe faster gets the car(Oh, it's so nice to have you on board)Now check your seat belts pleaseAlways moving, always straightLetras de cancionesI'm on the look out for someone to talk toCount the daysCount the nights[Refrain x2]The days are tumbling downThe years are tumblingThe days are tumbling downKeep on creeping on the groundTo reach the light From Letras Mania