THE CAR RIDE HOME Lyrics by Chelsea Cutler
Summer wind on my lips, red bricks, green lights
And a youth we’re pushing
Half drunk in the back of a black car
Coming home from a bar in Brooklyn
The world at my feet, not a thing to lose
No one’s awake and the sky’s pale blue
Wind on my lips, red bricks, hand out the window
It’s time to let it go
Everything is fine on the car ride home
Everything is fine on the car ride home
Everything is fine on the car ride home
Yeah, I’m doing all right and I miss you most nights
But tonight I don’t
Laughing too loud, rubbing white powder
In the bathroom line of Cooper’s
Hanging from the guard rails of the train car
With a paper bag of shooters
The world at my feet, not a thing to lose
No one’s awake and the sky’s pale blue, it’s all I know
It’s time to let it go
Everything is fine on the car ride home
Everything is fine on the car ride home
Everything is fine on the car ride home
Yeah, I’m doing all right and I miss you most nights
But tonight I don’t
Diamonds shining on the river
August to September, made it through the winter
Everything is changing, can’t even remember
How it felt to be yours
I’m doing all right and I miss you most nights
But tonight I don’t
