We? ve been drivin? since winter The destination doesn? t change You know I can still remember The day you asked me for my name You are the rock on the riverbed Growin? smoother every year You are the voice inside my head I can? t believe that you got me here Stop the bus and turn the radio up high And grab the first guitar you see And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky Tonight you? re sleepin? next to me You give me somethin? to remember Each time you look into my eyes You see through my trouble and my temper And you call me out on every lie Stop the bus and turn the radio up high And grab the first guitar you see And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky Tonight you? re sleepin? next to me Stop the bus and turn the radio up high And grab the first guitar that you see And then get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky Tonight you? re sleepin? next to me Why don? t you stop the bus and turn the radio up high And grab the first guitar that you see Get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky Tonight you? re sleepin? next to, next to me