You’ll Need A Backseat Driver

I've heard you get lots of mileage
 Out of the speed of sound
 It's how we tracked you down
 And in the Morse code of the brake lights
 In the message it's uttering
 The medium is everything
 It says, "You're set free or you get my love"
 But what else would you do for fun around here?
 If you're gonna travel and never arrive there
 You'll need a backseat driver
 Every turn is timed and torn up
 It's the language of quick goodbyes
 And they will metastasize
 And in the Morse code of the brake lights
 Repeating and stuttering
 Are the words of a child king
 "You can't make me, I won't do this"
 So what do you do for fun around here?
 If you're gonna travel and never arrive there
 You'll need a backseat driver
 If you're gonna travel and never arrive there
 You'll need a backseat driver
 And I'll grow back into it
 I know it's time that we got going
 Though it's unsafe at every speed
 And I'll grow back into it
 I know it's time that we got going
 Though it's unsafe at every speed
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 I've heard you all get lots of mileage
 Out of the speed of sound
 It's how we tracked you down
 And in the Morse code of your brake lights
 You said, "So what do you do for fun around here?"
 If you're gonna travel and never arrive there
 You'll need a backseat driver
 If you're gonna travel and never arrive there
 You'll need a backseat driver
 If you're gonna travel and never arrive there
 You'll need a backseat driver