Don't know the route, don't know the state
Even the number, even time and space
In the backseat of the car
I loose all sense of humor
What's the reason for this trip
Tell me the rate I have to pay
I ask the driver in front of me
But his seat was empty
The days are tumbling down
And the nights are crawling
In the backseat of the car
We had no time for questions
The years are tumbling down
And the minutes are shouting
Keep on creeping on the ground to reach the light
The more I offer resistance to this
The faster gets the car
Oh it's so nice to have you on-board
Now fasten your seat-bells please
Always moving, always straight on
I'm on the look out for someone to talk to
Count the days and the nights
The days are tumbling down
And the nights are crawling
In the backseat of the car
We had no chance for questions
The years are tumbling down
And the minutes are shouting
We keep on creeping on the ground
No need to escape, no way to ignore this