Backseat Lyrics

In daylight, in sunsets, in cups of coffee

I thought I'd have more time

So sick of phone calls

When she asked me, "Are you sitting down?"

Or when you called to tell me that the doctor said six

I count my time in driving home

Streetlights flood in like a metronome

I read in the backseat while you ask me about my day

Or in the aisles of a grocery store

Point up and grin, "Do you know who this is playing overhead?"

I think it's Don Henley

I count my time in teenage groans

Streetlights, can we take the long way home?

I cry in the backseat while you ask me about my day

Or in the aisles of a grocery store,

Point up and grin, "Do you know who this is playing overhead?"

It might be Don Henley

"Hey Sarah. It's your dad. Gimme call me when you get the chance

Love you! Bye-bye"