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A plain and lazy afternoon still fresh inside my head |
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An echo of a simpler time, a reflection that's yours and mine |
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That car would take us anywhere, get back before the sun |
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Return to that uneasy place where you are father and I am son |
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We're going for a drive |
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It's all in my mind |
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The smell of pleather and gasoline |
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We are chrome that turned to rust |
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The years that seperate us now are the years we lost to our mistrust |
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I'm sorry for my absence but it isnt all my fault |
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I've come to a place where I can say |
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that I'm not angry at you anymore |
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Well thought we tried |
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it's still in my mind |
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Let me steer us home, I promise to get us there |
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Looking straight ahead I'll be alright tonight |
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I look inside myself and find a piece of you in spite of me |
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It's gettin easier to accept I've become a lot like you again |
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I look inside myself and find a way out of this tangled way |
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I'm doing things to spite you now |
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I'm doing things that tear me down |
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So turn the radio up and we'll sit inside a rivalry |
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A stolen moment locked in time |
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A signal that it will be alright |
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Well, it's getting easier to be me everyday |
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I look inside myself and find a piece of you |
