Why Do I Let My Partner Drive?
Lyrics & Music: Maureen S. O'Brien, Jan. 11 1998
Insp: The X-Files

We're headin' down the road in a rental car.
We don't know where we're goin', we don't know how far.
We haven't got a clue where we'll sleep tonight.
You can't get reservations when you're chasin' lights.
Now we stop for a burger -- in a biker dive!
Why do I let my partner drive?

He finds a dozen X-Files everywhere we go.
He surfs around for Elvis on the radio.
One time he talked so much he nearly hit a tree;
He oughta watch the road insteada watchin' me.
(But) The passenger seat only fits to 6 foot 5.
I hafta let my partner drive.

BRIDGE:
He drives me crazy.
He drives me nuts.
Not half a lick of sense, but he sure got guts.
But no matter what happens,
His hope survives.
In the end, I depend  upon my partner's drive.

So I lean back in the corner, let the road roll by
And look at all the cornfields under open sky.
Mirages look like water in the blazin' heat,
But I know what they are, and how they'll dance and retreat.
He's relyin' on me to keep us both alive.
I'm shotgun. Let my partner drive.

BRIDGE: 

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