Drive on home, drive on home
Never shows his face
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 6.6s
- length
- 2:26
- language
- En
lyrics
Key in the bowl by the door, it clinks in the dark Thermos half-full from the stop where I parked Your fingers on the armrest, mine on the wheel No need to say it out loud, we already feel Wipers move slow on the glass, cutting clean Fast food bag in the floorboard, grease on the seams You lean back, I breathe out, let the miles unwind Whole car full of calm and the hush feels right Drive on home, drive on home Drive on home, drive on home Drive on home, drive on home Drive on home, drive on home Gauge on half and the AC set low Old ash in the tray from a month ago We pass that feed store with the dented blue sign Your knee taps once, then it settles in time Drive on home, drive on home Drive on home, drive on home Drive on home, drive on home Drive on home, drive on home At the red by the laundromat, nobody speaks Plastic bag rustles soft in the passenger seat I catch your reflection in the window glass You give me that look like, yeah, we can just pass Drive on home, drive on home Drive on home, drive on home Drive on home, drive on home Drive on home, drive on home