Verse 1 Everybody’s got directions From the safety of the seat, Telling you which road is foolish, Which one’s sure to beat the heat. There’s no shortage of conviction When somebody else pays the bill, So backseat drive all you want, friend— Just don’t grab the wheel. Chorus Backseat drive all you want, Tell me every turn I missed. Tell me where the road is headed, Tell me why you’re sure of this. You can talk like you’ve seen everything From here to Chapel Hill, But backseat drive all you want— Just don’t grab the wheel. Verse 2 I’ve known men who spoke in thunder With a map they’d never read, Had an answer for the living And instructions for the dead. They could tell you what was broken, Who was weak and who was strong, But certainty gets expensive When the certain man is wrong. Chorus Backseat drive all you want, Tell me every turn I missed. Tell me where the road is headed, Tell me why you’re sure of this. You can talk like you’ve seen everything From here to Chapel Hill, But backseat drive all you want— Just don’t grab the wheel. Bridge There’s nothing wrong with wondering, Nothing wrong with being sure, But leave yourself a little room For what you haven’t learned. Some mistakes are just a story, Some mistakes become a scar, And it matters who gets handed The keys to someone else’s car. Final Chorus So backseat drive all you want, I might even hear you out. Maybe you know something useful, Maybe I should change my route. But opinions ain’t the same thing As the right to bend my will. Backseat drive all you want— Just don’t grab the wheel.
