[Intro] Click goes the seat belt, Door locks tight. He says, “Relax— I know a shortcut.” That ain't comforting tonight. [Verse 1] Seat belt laying across my chest, Somebody else got the keys to my destiny. GPS says, “Turn right ahead,” He says, “Nah, I know better,” And turns left instead. Taking a right, Then taking another, I've seen that same gas station Three times, brother. I got opinions, He's got the wheel— Funny how powerless Four good tires can make you feel. [Chorus] I'm a backseat hostage, Held by momentum, No chains, no ropes, Just acceleration. I got a destination, He's got a theory, Six miles deep In a mobile debate— Can't fight physics When physics is steering. [Verse 2] Uber this, Lyft that, I ain't party to this attack. GPS recalculates Like she's losing patience too. “Turn around when possible.” Brother, I'm begging you. County fair somewhere to the right, We've passed that Ferris wheel Twice tonight. He says, “We're making good time.” I say, “Compared to what?” The dog in the pickup beside us Just gave up. [Chorus] I'm a backseat hostage, Held by momentum, No chains, no ropes, Just acceleration. Watching white lines Disappear behind 'em, Held by the lane, Held by the motion, Held by a man With absolute devotion To never admitting He missed that turn. [Instrumental Turnaround] [Verse 3] Red light. Finally. Sweet mercy, we stop. I reach for the handle— Green. There goes my shot. He says, “See? We're almost there.” I've heard that sentence In three zip codes. At this point the GPS Has stopped giving directions And started clearing her throat. [Bridge] No chains. No ropes. Just acceleration. You got opinions— They got the wheel. You got a destination— They got the deal. Sometimes freedom Ain't a grand declaration. Sometimes freedom Is a gas-station bathroom And fifteen seconds Without transportation. [Final Chorus] I'm a backseat hostage, Held by momentum, No chains, no ropes, Just acceleration. Six miles deep In a mobile debate, Can't fight physics— Physics has entered 'em! Held by momentum, Held by the lane, If we pass that county fair One more time again, I'm calling somebody— I don't care who— Tell 'em I'm alive, And we're passing Exit 2. [Outro] The GPS says, “You have arrived.” I look around. “No. No, we have not.” You may not be kidnapped. You may just be... Held by momentum.
