The Drive

you take the wheel, i don't know how long i've been driving
 have another drink, another cigarette, to settle you down
 only twenty-four hours to go, if we stay on 'till morning
 so keep your eyes on the road
 breathe deep but don't make a sound
 from what i recall, this was the time of our lives then
 even thirty-six hours awake couldn't settle us down
 believe what you want — i never said i wasn't ready
 so keep your hands on the wheel
 look back but don't turn around
 i live alone in a beautiful home
 there's only so much to see
 but you still look amazing to me
 fever pitch is coming
 the crowds are stampeding
 nobody's making a sound
 when the world still looks amazing on the way down
 the faster we went, the days only seemed to get longer
 even red and white lights in the rearview weren't slowing us down
 the seatbelts, the airbags, the rollbars all waiting and ready
 but i didn't know you could crash just by staring at the ground
 i live alone in a beautiful home
 there's only so much to see
 but you still look amazing on TV
 fever pitch is coming
 the crowds are stampeding
 nobody's making a sound
 when the world still looks amazing on the way down
 so just tell me the truth:
 should i do what i'm told?
 did we get there on time?
 should i have the car towed?
 am i just growing up
 or am i growing old?
 am i growing old?
 am i growing old?