Five Miles with Frank
I'm a little lost I need a lift
What am I saying I'm barely a kid
She got a car and I got no CDs
I'm practicing all of my passenger wit
We tried to drive to Graceland
We tried to drive to God
The roads are rivers now
And the storms been singing country songs
She's got an ignition and a new set of keys
I'm collapsed in the passenger seat
The traffic lights change on my sleeve
We'd never make it home if it was up to me
(It's not up to me)
Franks been acting kind of strange
Ever since the lights went off
We've been driving for days and days
Are we getting lost or going soft?
She sits on an old tin bonnet
Staring at the roof of the stars
I sleep collapsed in the back
I've named every star I've found after her
She's got an ignition and a new set of keys
I'm collapsed in the passenger seat
The traffic lights change on my sleeve
We'd never make it home if it was up to me
(It's not up to me)
She's got an ignition and a new set of keys
I'm collapsed in the passenger seat
The traffic lights change on my sleeve
We'd never make it home if it was up to me
(It's not up to me)
Writer/s: Four in the Morning
