We were burning in a '94 Corolla
3 Hours deep in the South Dakota
I was working on a luke warm Coca-Cola
In the dog days of July
And my dad was a superman stick shift drive
Stay at home Lois Lane beside him
Kissing to the rhythm of the billboard sings
As they went blurring by
Even when he would stop to pull over
He never took his hand off of her shoulder
You can see for miles
You can reach the dials
Sit back and smile from the front seat
You can chase the sun
You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet
When you're sitting shotgun
You seem pretty and free
But you learn to love from the backseat
So late one day and I'm rolling along
With a part time job and blue pom-poms
Like every days a knock of mellowcamp song
With his hand right on my knee
And we made the age old prom-night promise
Put the corsage right were I want it
We found a road with nobody on it
And we didn't stop to think
And I didn't care when he killed the motor
Shut off the lights and we climbed over
You can see for miles
You can reach the dials
Sit back and smile from the front seat
You can chase the sun
You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet
When you're sitting shotgun
You seem pretty and free
But you learn to love from the backseat
Up here I see it clear
Through the rear-view
It's good to take the backseat
Who can you get too
You can see for miles
You can reach the dials
Sit back and smile from the front seat
You can chase the sun
You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet
When you're sitting shotgun
You seem pretty and free
But you learn to love
You can see for miles
You can reach the dials
Sit back and smile from the front seat
You can chase the sun
You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet
When you're sitting shotgun
You seem pretty and free
But you learn to love from the backseat
You were burning in a '94 Corolla
3 Hours deep in the South Dakota
I was working on a luke warm Coca-Cola
