Backseat Driving - Ray Wilson

A thousand years of silence is what i need

Let it be

Slipping, sliding, never really saying what you mean

just echoing

A picture paints a thousand words or more

You always paint a picture to ignore

The more you say, the more I think

Who on earth is listening to you

It isn’t me

Reeling, writhing

All of this bad timing, don’t you see

Let it be

Backseat driving

trying to ease my mind and get some peace

I’d give anything for this

You see the pained look on my face

The darkness round my eyes from stress and strain

I say again

Take a break to stop and think

Be hero or be heroine but please

Let it be

A picture paints a thousand words or more

You always paint a picture to ignore

The more you say, the more I think

Who on earth is listening to you

It isn’t me

It isn’t me