the road we chose for escape was riddled with strain
all our friends disowned us in their own unique way
we couldn’t blame them ’cause we had good reasons (we couldn’t blame them)
and our actions were our versions of doing the same thing (doing the same thing)
we always drive too late (always drive too late)
when none of us are feeling all the great
i hope that i steer straight (hope that i steer straight)
’cause all these cars are crashing out on this interstate
i told you that i loved you more than daylight
i tried to touch you but i somehow messed it up
you crashed a chrysler in downtown chicago
i crashed a pontiac in michigan
everything’s so lame (everything’s so lame)
none of us are steering all that straight
i hope that i don’t die
’cause all these cars are driving too fast and so am i
darlin’ i hope (bah bah-da bah)
that you feel what i don’t (bah bah-da bah-bah)
and you feel what i don’t think you’ve been feeling (bah bah-bah)
more and more i feel like we should just pull over
and point our headlights back towards where we came
i told you that i loved you more than i meant to
but every time i touch you you react the same
every town’s the same, every time’s the same
none of us are feeling anything
i hope that we’re all alright
’cause all these cars are crashing
all these cars are crashing tonight
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when we get to where we’re going to
i hope our new life pleases you
just the way you wanted it to
’cause i know it costs a lot
and if you find out that our new city’s
not everything you thought it’d be
i hope that you’ll still be honest with me
and tell me that it’s not
’cause we’ve still got plenty options left
we’ll find towns more like the ones we left
we’ll try each one until we get the one that feels right
and if it sounds good we’ll sing it
and if it feels good we’ll be it
and if it tastes good we’ll drink it until it burns
i got lost on a backroad while you were still sleeping
when you woke up you wondered where we’d gone
the next thing i remember was the sound of scraping metal
but we were fine, the car still worked so we drove on
so if it sounds good we’ll sing it
and if it feels good we’ll mean it
and if it tastes good we’ll drink it until it burns
Nashville’s Passion Fruit Boys nail the effervescent janglepop of ’80s college radio with bright guitars and immediate hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2022