Lyric

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Glowing on your screen

Driver takes the freeway

I’m caught in between

Black windows, black water

City folded small

Your name is where I’m headed

More than where I fall

Turn it left, turn it right

I’m not looking down

Every mile gets softer

When you’re in this town

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I know your pull

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Take me there, take me there

Not to a place

To the shape of your face

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I’m almost there

Leather on my knees now

Rain on the glass

Every red brake feeling

Like the past in half

I keep watching numbers

Change to something warm

Seven turns from nowhere

And I’m in your storm

Turn it left, turn it right

I’m not looking down

Every mile gets softer

When you’re in this town

Backseat coordinates

I know your pull

Backseat coordinates

Take me there, take me there

Not to a place

To the shape of your face

Backseat coordinates

I’m almost there

If I miss the address

If the route goes strange

I still know your echo

Calling through the change

Backseat coordinates

I know your pull

Backseat coordinates

Take me there, take me there

Not to a place

To the shape of your face

Backseat coordinates

I’m almost there