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Lyrics:
I’ve been in control too long
I can’t be trusted
I have driven into walls
Ok I’m busted
My record is anything but clean
I’ve nothing left, but
Repentance and a guilty plea
I’ve learned my lesson
No one ever handed me the keys to my own story
I just took them for myself, ok I’m sorry
You take the wheel
I will work the radio
You take the wheel
We’ll go where You want to go
You take the wheel
Take it fast, take it slow
Whatever You chose I’m fine
You drive, I’ll ride
You drive, I’ll ride
The road that I was on before
It was going nowhere
Now I’ll kick back, enjoy the ride
The wind through my hair
The sun is hot, the air is clear
I was lost on my own
You came and picked me up out here
Now You’re driving me home home
The rest of my life is not left for me to write, I don’t now it all
I just made up myself and that was wrong
It's good that I don't drive
It never gets me too far
I like it on this side
This isn’t even my car
You’re driving with perfection
Now I've learned my lesson
Jeromy Deibler, Brian Smith / © 2004 New Spring Publishing, Inc. / co-pub TBD / ASCAP (both adm. by Brentwood-Benson Music Publishing, Inc.). All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Behind the Song:
"This is a really fun summer pop song that we loved. I’d been listening to a lot of Sheryl Crow and loved the idea of really simplistic melodies that didn’t get overshadowed by everything else in the song. I wrote part of it a couple of years ago and never finished it, so I sent it to Brian and he finished the lyric and we ended up putting it on this album. It’s just a fun summertime experiment." - Jeromy Deibler (FFH)
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