Wont you turn the music up for me?

In the middle of no where, brush my hand against your cheek

And I'm lovestruck in your passenger seat

Drive me up to your place 'til theres no one else but you and me




The sky is such a pretty shade of pink

I'll tell you bout my secrets and you'll tell me what you think

There on your backseat reclined, you can tell me 'bout your life

And then we'll dream about the things that we could be



So when will you come pick me up from my place again?

Cause im waiting for when we can begin

and I'm praying that this roadtrip's not a game of pretend

Oh I'm hoping that this won't ever end




Why don't you play music anymore?

This is going no where, its nothing like before

Now I'm wondering in your passenger seat, will you still drive me to your place?

Is there still such thing as you and me?




So when will you come pick me up from my place again?

Cause im worried we wont ever begin

And I feel like we're both heading towards separate ends

Wont you let me know if that's the case by then?



I see it up ahead, it's coming closer

A freeway that's so distant from me

Beside it is a highway that feels like home

And we don't know where we're both meant to be



So when will you come pick me up from my place again?

It's a question that you can't comprehend

Now I'm travelling alone and it's a lot to take in

Guess I'll have to learn to be alone 'til then

Sad to say, our roadtrip's come to an end