When rain on your windshield is falling in sheets,
And you're dreaming of yours back home
Know I'm right by your side in this car warm and dry.
To help keep your wet eyes to the road.
Yes the sun can be bright and may blind you.
Baby don't drop your eyes, oh no
Lift up your chin high, put your shades on and smile,
And keep your warm eyes on the road.
And the monsters are ghosts now, but if you hear their song
Sing your own "I am worth more than gold".
Remember those ghosts in the rear view are gone,
Always keep your bright eyes on the road.
It's that mirror we came from, that's where we've been.
And you've seen all my darkness, been burned in my sin.
Somehow grew an angel, born within Satan's den.
She is innocence, beauty, and one devilish grin.
And though tires wear thin, our wheels always will spin.
So drive darling drive, though you'll struggle, they'll spin
Decide to be happy, let it grow from within.
It's your choice, no one else, when your life will begin.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
When rain on your windshield is falling in sheets,
And you're dreaming of yours back home
Know I'm right by your side in this car warm and dry.
To help keep your wet eyes to the road.
Yes the sun can be bright and may blind you.
Baby don't drop your eyes, oh no
Lift up your chin high, put your shades on and smile,
And keep your warm eyes on the road.
And the monsters are ghosts now, but if you hear their song
Sing your own "I am worth more than gold".
Remember those ghosts in the rear view are gone,
Always keep your bright eyes on the road.
It's that mirror we came from, that's where we've been.
And you've seen all my darkness, been burned in my sin.
Somehow grew an angel, born within Satan's den.
She is innocence, beauty, and one devilish grin.
And though tires wear thin, our wheels always will spin.
So drive darling drive, though you'll struggle, they'll spin
Decide to be happy, let it grow from within.
It's your choice, no one else, when your life will begin.