You’ll Need A New Backseat Driver The New Pornographers

[Verse 1]
I've heard you get lots of mileage
Out of the speed of sound
It's how we tracked you down
And in the Morse code of the brake lights
In the message it's uttering
The medium is everything
It says "You're set free or you get my love"
But what else would you do for fun around here?

[Chorus]
If you're gonna travel and never arrive there
You'll need a backseat driver

[Verse 2]
Every turn is timed and torn up
It's the language of quick goodbyes
And they will metastasize
And in the Morse code of the brake lights
Repeating and stuttering
Are the words of a child king
"You can't make me, I won't do this"
So what do you do for fun around here?

[Chorus]
If you're gonna travel and never arrive there
You'll need a backseat driver
If you're gonna travel and never arrive there
You'll need a backseat driver