Radio Down

We’re riding round with the radio down

And the high beams on

We’re riding round with the radio down

All the way to Hawthorne

You’re breathing loud

And talking in your mind

I’m hypnotized

By all the highway lines

You picked me up on the day that I got out

Drove in one straight trip

Fell asleep with my head on the window

Holding a one month chip

You’re breathing loud

And burning tire tread

But you’re here right now

Although you’re seeing red

We’ll just keep driving around

Two feet from the street

With the radio down

Don’t turn it up for me

Stretch my legs but the floor’s like a graveyard

Of Diet Coke

The ceiling’s still got a couple of burn marks

From when you smoked

You’re breathing loud

And talking in your mind

But I won’t let you down

Won’t let you down this time

So just keep driving around

Like gasoline is free

With the radio down

Don’t turn it up for me

Don’t turn it up for me

Don’t turn it up for me

We’re riding round with the radio down

We’re riding round with the radio down