Coming like it's 1984
Heard it like a thousand times or more
There's nothing I can say or do
To keep from fawning over you
I'm a backseat driver
An ill describer
When you call my name
I see it rise in the flames
There's nothing I can say or do
To keep from fawning over you
There's nothing I can say or do
I keep on falling over your shoes
I'm a backseat driver
A backseat driver
I'm backseat driving again
Backseat driving again
There's nothing I can say or do
To keep from fawning over you
There's nothing I can say or do
To keep from falling over your shoes
I'm a backseat driver
