And in the wild desert sun, we drove straight on through the night.
We rode a fever out of Boston.
Dreamed of California nights.
Come July, we’ll ride the Ferris Wheel.
Go round and round and round.
And If you never let me go, well I will never let you down.
But you know the summer always brought it.
That wild and reckless breeze.
And in the backseat, we’re just trying to find some room for our knees.
And in the backseat, we’re just trying to find some room to breathe.
The Backseat | The Gaslight Anthem
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