Mathew Sydney

Blue Car

Mathew Sydney © 2009

 

Blue car driving with my blue soul

In the back seat sitting cold, cold

In my red car lost because your red soul

Riding shotgun told me where to go, go

 

On the highway back and forth is our way

passing on the freeway it's really getting old, old

On the highway back and forth is our way

passing on the freeway it's really getting old, old

 

Blue car running every red light

You can't even see me in your broken mirror

In my red car, tailgate you at midnight

Pull up where you park and slip into your rear door

 

On the highway back and forth is our way

passing on the freeway it's really getting old, old

On the highway back and forth is our way

passing on the freeway it's really getting old, old

 

Gonna break down; heading for a shakedown

You know this whole town knows what we are

 

Blue car running every red light

You can't even see me in your broken mirror

In my red car, tailgate you at midnight

Pull up where you park and slip into your rear door

 

On the highway back and forth is our way

passing on the freeway it's really getting old, old

On the highway back and forth is our way

passing on the freeway it's really getting old, old

 

Gonna break down listening to my sound

There ain't nothing like what we found

Gonna break down; fall back into my arms

Gonna break down; fall back into my arms