Backseats by Softlander

Worn out clothes smell of home

changing them tomorrow will do

through your hair, warmest air
breezing in through open windows

and the country follows


The sky is changing ‘cause the sunset paints it
icy blue to tangerine
purple ends, before it blends
the day into the colours of the night


leaving streaks of crimson on the
raspberry dirt
light touches skin under your shirt



all is safe, you can belong

all the backseats are your own

you let yourself be driven home

and the highway carries on



Lift your feet up on your seat

close your eyes, rest for a while

rearview-mirror will show a dreamer

in front of what it’s leaving behind



and the landscape’s wide



passing cars, drawing stars

moving through the corners of your eyes

oldest friends, sharing glances

saying more than words could ever do



feeling the vibrations of the road under the
wheels

will make you fall asleep



all is safe, you can belong

all the backseats are your own
you
let yourself be driven home

and the highway carries on

• Acoustic
• Pop
• Rock
• bass
• drums
• folk
• guitar
• piano
• psychedelic pop
• singer-songwriter
• synths
• Bern