Listen to Somewhere In My Car by Keith Urban

Somewhere In My Car

Keith Urban

Country

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keith Urban
Keith Urban
Electric Guitar
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Bass
J Bonilla
J Bonilla
Programming
Matt Mahaffey
Matt Mahaffey
Keyboards
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Urban
Keith Urban
Songwriter
JT Harding
JT Harding
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Urban
Keith Urban
Producer
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Co-Producer
Joe Baldridge
Joe Baldridge
Engineer
Brett Lind
Brett Lind
Assistant Recording Engineer
Eric Liljestrand
Eric Liljestrand
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sara Griffith
Sara Griffith
Assistant Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Mm-mm-mm I'm driving home tonight, catching all red lights That's alright 'cause I don't want to be alone There's nobody waitin' there, cold and empty bed Words I wished I'd said come on the radio Ooh-ooh-ooh And I don't know why I do this to myself Ooh-ooh-ooh I know you're with someone else But in my mind, we're somewhere in my car And it's raining hard on the streetlight glow You got your lips on mine, it's gasoline on fire, I never will forget You grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head And your fingertips slide up and down my back Breathin' hard, steamin' up the glass I'd give anything if I could bring it back, oh-oh-oh-oh So, I've been sleeping 'til noon, in the same bedroom Where I once held you and it's breaking my heart I should take down all those pictures from my wall Promises we made won't fill this empty space Ooh-ooh-ooh And I don't know why I just can't let you go Ooh-ooh-ooh I know you're never coming back But in my mind, we're somewhere in my car And it's raining hard on the streetlight glow You got your lips on mine, it's gasoline on fire, I never will forget You grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head And your fingertips slide up and down my back Breathin' hard, steamin' up the glass I'd give anything if I could bring it back, oh-oh-oh-oh (if l could bring it back) In my mind, we're somewhere in my car And it's raining hard on the streetlight glow You got your lips on mine, it's gasoline on fire, I never will forget You grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head And your fingertips slide up and down my back Breathin' hard, steamin' up the glass I'd give anything if I could bring it back Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh (mm-mm-mm) Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh (if I could bring it back) Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh (mm-mm-mm) Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh (I just close my eyes) Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh (oh-oh, I could feel your breathing baby) Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh (fingertips slide up and down my back) Oh-oh-oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh
Writer(s): Keith Lionel Urban, John Thomas Harding Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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