Window paningNo explainingDrive-by staringWeâre past caringYeahâ¦The radioâs playingWhat weâre not sayingâCause I might like youAnd you might get throughYeahâ¦Weâre overtaking but still achingFor what lies before our eyes.Just another drive through summer.Sun to moonlightday becomes nightItâs all the same to meIâve miles to go and so much left to seeYeahâ¦