In the backseat of my heart
There's someone sayin' I'm a mess
I couldn't get the car to start
My keys are somewhere in the mess
I fell asleep outside the door and found a letter in the morning
I couldn't make it, although I recognize my own handwriting
We are not a proud race
It's not a race at all
We're just trying
I'm only trying to get home
Drunk drivers, drunk drivers
I hate to say it, but baby, this could be our fate
Sitting here in silence while you lie beside me and wait
For the song to end
But if we learn how to live like this
Maybe we can learn how to start again
I'll make that song sound right
I'll play it again, and again, and again
(Again, and again, and again, and again)
We are not a proud race
It's not a race at all
We're just trying
I'm only trying to get home
Drunk drivers, drunk drivers
This is not a good thing
I don't mean to rationalize
Or try and explain it away
Is not okay
Drunk drivers, drunk drivers
It doesn't have to be like this
It doesn't have to be like this
It doesn't have to be like this
Killer whales, killer whales
It doesn't have to be like this
It doesn't have to be like this
It doesn't have to be like this
Killer whales, killer whales
And if you can't find your friends, you can't leave without 'em
And if you run out of drugs, you can sleep without them
I know you can
And if you want to go home
You can call a taxi
And if you don't want to talk, you can sit in the backseat
