Thinking and Driving
Hitting all the same bumps in the pavement
Flipping through the same small town stations
Probably rolled through half a dozen stop signs
Back roads, back at home, I just zone out
I'm at our spot and I don't even know how
I wish I could say this was the first time
Feels like I'm on autopilot
Left at the light, straight down the street
No I can't fight it
When your memory takes the wheel from me
For a minute, minute, minute
I'm right back in it, in it, in it
Crossing the lines, running the reds
I'm just thinking and driving again
I could get to your house with my eyes closed
Seven minutes if I took the side road
Would you still know my car if I pulled in your driveway?
I'm not sure what I'd say if I saw you
Truth is, I don't know if I want to
But I guess this Chevy ain't doing things my way, my way
It's like I'm on autopilot
Left at the light, straight down the street
No I can't fight it
When your memory takes the wheel from me
For a minute, minute, minute
I'm right back in it, in it, in it
Crossing the lines, running the reds
I'm just thinking and driving again
Swerving turns to hurting to blurring all the lines
Reminiscing turns to missing turns to wishing you were mine
For a minute, minute, minute
Just for a minute, minute, minute
Feels like I'm on autopilot
Left at the light, straight down the street
No I can't fight it
When your memory takes the wheel from me
For a minute, minute, minute
I'm right back in it, in it, in it
Crossing the lines, running the reds
I'm just thinking and driving again
Flipping through the same small town stations
Probably rolled through half a dozen stop signs
Back roads, back at home, I just zone out
I'm at our spot and I don't even know how
I wish I could say this was the first time
Feels like I'm on autopilot
Left at the light, straight down the street
No I can't fight it
When your memory takes the wheel from me
For a minute, minute, minute
I'm right back in it, in it, in it
Crossing the lines, running the reds
I'm just thinking and driving again
I could get to your house with my eyes closed
Seven minutes if I took the side road
Would you still know my car if I pulled in your driveway?
I'm not sure what I'd say if I saw you
Truth is, I don't know if I want to
But I guess this Chevy ain't doing things my way, my way
It's like I'm on autopilot
Left at the light, straight down the street
No I can't fight it
When your memory takes the wheel from me
For a minute, minute, minute
I'm right back in it, in it, in it
Crossing the lines, running the reds
I'm just thinking and driving again
Swerving turns to hurting to blurring all the lines
Reminiscing turns to missing turns to wishing you were mine
For a minute, minute, minute
Just for a minute, minute, minute
Feels like I'm on autopilot
Left at the light, straight down the street
No I can't fight it
When your memory takes the wheel from me
For a minute, minute, minute
I'm right back in it, in it, in it
Crossing the lines, running the reds
I'm just thinking and driving again
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Writer(s): Kalie Shorr, Lena Stone
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