作词 : George Petrie/Laurie Debnam/Tara Lily Klein
 作曲 : George Petrie/Laurie Debnam/Tara Lily Klein
 You’re gonna make me cry
 Again...
 You’re gonna roll your eyes until you realise how much I mean to you

 We’re never gonna feel like summer 2012
 You would make scrambled eggs like no one else
 What a golden life like Michael Phelps
 I only want to be there,
 I only want to be there

 Right now we’re driving home
 Put your feet on the dash - yeah we’re cool, Relax
 I’ll always drive you home
 I don’t know where you’re at but I can deal with that

 You’re pulling me aside
 Again...
 You’ll leave all this behind
 But don’t you realise
 You’re back for Christmas soon

 We’re never gonna feel like summer 2012
 You would make scrambled eggs like no one else
 What a golden life like Michael Phelps
 I only want to be there,
 I only want to be there

 Right now we’re driving home
 Put your feet on the dash - yeah we’re cool, Relax
 I’ll always drive you home
 I don’t know where you’re at but I can deal with that

 Right now we’re driving home
 Put your feet on the dash - yeah we’re cool, Relax
 I’ll always drive you home
 I don’t know where you’re at but I can deal with that

 We left your cousin’s place and made a scene
 oh they should put us in a magazine
 We thought the honeymoon would never end
 you say it’s different when we’re with your friends

 Right now we’re driving home
 Put your feet on the dash - yeah we’re cool, Relax
 I’ll always drive you home
 I don’t know where you’re at but I can deal with that

 Right now we’re driving home
 Put your feet on the dash - yeah we’re cool, Relax
 I’ll always drive you home
 I don’t know where you’re at but I can deal with that