Don't know the route, don't know the state Or even the number in time and space In the backseat of the car I lose all sense of humor
What's the reason for this trip? Tell me the rate I have to pay I ask the driver what's wrong with me But his seat was empty
[Refrain:] The days are tumbling down, And the nights are crawling In the backseat of car We have no time for questions The years are tumbling down And the minutes are shouting Keep a-creeping on the ground To reach the light
The more I try to get out of this The faster gets the car (Oh, it's so nice to have you on board) Now check your seat belts please
Always moving, always straight I'm on the look out for someone to talk to Count the days Count the nights
[Refrain x2]
The days are tumbling down The years are tumbling The days are tumbling down Keep on creeping on the ground To reach the light