Quiet on the drive home
Sings with her cousins on every track
the numbers
- bpm
- 162
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 6.3s
- length
- 2:57
- language
- En
lyrics
We left Grey Lynn at six-fifteen Your hand on the gear, my bag on the seat A paper cup rolling by your knee And the wipers kept time on the front glass sheet At Greenlane, you checked the lane I watched your thumb tap the wheel once more Your jacket smelled like rain on the train And the backseat kept my coat from the floor The radio low, just the news and tune Your jaw relaxed in the blue dash glow No need to fill up every room We know this road, we can let it go Quiet on the drive home Quiet on the drive home Quiet on the drive home Quiet on the drive home Past Ellerslie, the bins by the fence A takeaway bag and a receipt in the door You laughed at the dog on the footpath bent Then the laugh went soft and we said no more By Panmure Bridge, the tanks moved slow Your fingers traced a crack in the wheel I leaned to the window, watched houses go And everything unspoken felt real Quiet on the drive home Quiet on the drive home Quiet on the drive home Quiet on the drive home When the red lights held us at Mount Wellington way You reached for my hand, then you let it stay No speech, just the dash and the hum and the rain And I knew right there I was safe in the same Quiet on the drive home Quiet on the drive home Quiet on the drive home Quiet on the drive home