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