Intro...

my dad bought a car, I was impressed cos it was roofless
he was doing well with business, guess cos he was ruthless
I would sit there in the back and watch his hands against the wheel
till he got out of control, and crashed and now I feel
like every journey taken was a road into a place
he didn't want to ever reach but there was no escape
see the truth in your wing mirrors, chasing you down
no reversing, only cursing, music facing you now

I was sitting in our flat, he was driving from our home
I heard that front door close and so I sprinted to the road
saw the number plate with lettering like BRB,
we hardly, ever forget what our weak hearts keep
memories of riding shot gun, I was my pop's son
he was meant to fight my wars, even if we lost some
instead we fought each other till we had to make the cops come
guess that's why he told me, this what I want son

and I just wanna go, far from my town
with my convertible, all the windows down (x2)

if they drive into the night sky like back to the future
all these boomerang dads, they come back in the future
catch em on a good day, don't talk about the breakdown
talk about the day, that he would pull up to the playground
I would hop into the front seat, turn the radio on
never thought that one day that i'd be on radio one
though the cars on the scrapyard, me and dad trying to fix
I just hope that this time he's got the drive for it.

and I just wanna go, far from my town
with my convertible, all the windows down (x2)