Backseat Saints (Reprise) (Featuring Mara Vey)

I remember

that night

Like it happened last week

Two people with nowhere

to be

And too much left to say

We were younger than we knew

Trying hard to look fearless

You had years behind you

I had questions I couldn’t answer

We were backseat saints

Making promises at red lights

Thinking we could outrun

Every wrong turn in our lives

Some roads don’t take you home

Some just teach you how to leave

But I’m glad that night happened

I’m glad you happened to me

Funny how a younger voice

Can remind an old man

That he’s still got a song in him

He hasn’t finished singing

Funny how an older voice Can make you

understand

That getting there ain’t everything

Sometimes you learn by

staying

We were backseat saints

Making promises at red lights

Two different chapters In the same long night

Some roads don’t take you home

Some just change the way you see

And I’m glad that night happened

I’m glad you happened to me

Keep singing, kid.

Keep playing, Jack.