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In the backseats of burned out cars In the disenchantment lane The ideal angels twist and turn, ask forgiveness for future mistakes But you and I we've been through this Maybe a hundred times before Always hitching rides with strangers Papa warned us about before But you know the summer always brought it That wild and reckless breeze And in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room for our knees And in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room to breathe And in the wild desert sun, we drove straight on through the night We rode a fever out of Boston Dreamed of California nights Come July, we'll ride the Ferris wheel Go round and round and round And if you never let me go, well I will never let you down But you know the summer always brought it That wild and reckless breeze And in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room for our knees And in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room to breathe And these cowboys all go crazy in the heat Chasing the lights in all the girls Along the Santa Ana streets that they're just dying to meet It meant nothing to me You know the summer always brought it That wild and reckless breeze And in the backseat we're just trying to find some room for our knees Hey! |