Roadtrip

Wont you turn the music up for me? In the middle of no where, brush my hand against your cheek And I'm lovestruck in your passenger seat Drive me up to your place 'til there's no one else but you and me The sky is such a pretty shade of pink (pretty shade of pink) I'll tell you bout my secrets and you'll tell me what you think There on your backseat reclined, you can tell me 'bout your life And then we'll dream about the things that we could be So when will you come pick me up from my place again? Cause I'm waiting for when we can begin And I'm praying that this road trip's not a game of pretend Oh I'm hoping that this won't ever end Why don't you play music anymore? This is going no where, its nothing like before Now I'm wondering in your passenger seat, Will you still drive me to your place? Is there still such thing as you and me? So when will you come pick me up from my place again? Cause I'm worried we wont ever begin And I feel like we're both heading towards separate ends Wont you let me know if that's the case by then? I see it up ahead, it's coming closer A freeway that's so distant from me Beside it is a highway that feels like home And we don't know where we're both meant to be So when will you come pick me up from my place again? It's a question that you can't comprehend Now I'm travelling alone and it's a lot to take in Guess I'll have to learn to be alone 'til then Sad to say, our road trip's come to an end