Backroad Therapy

Alexandra Kay

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Andrew Eugene Capra

Composer Lyricist

Alexandra Krekorian

Joshua Arthur Gleave

Martyn Holden

Alvin Alsace

Jen Galvin

Hải Nguyễn

ferede jones

It′s 1:08, wide awake when I hear that
Special ring, stomach sinks 'cause you know
I′m already pulling out the drive
I'm up and I'll be there in five

I′m turning right at a light when it hits me
You feed me lies to put your hands on my body
I′m helpless in the morning light
Knowing I fell for it a hundred times

Finally put my foot down on the gas
Speeding past your place on my left
I swear it's like a drug when you′re holding me, but I got the remedy
I know exactly what I need

I'm gonna scream your name at the windshield
Tell the rain how stupid I feel
Unleash every tear on the wheel, crank the radio
Every old country song about letting go
Keeping my eyes on the road and off the rearview
My mind between the lines and nowhere near you
′Cause driving this car right back into your arms ain't what′s gonna fix me
I just need a little backroad therapy

It's two o'clock on the dot and you text me
"Where you at?" You don′t know, I′m already
30 miles out of town
And I don't think I′m turning around

'Cause Jo Dee′s singing, "Bye-bye, catch ya later
Keep that lead foot on the accelerator"
But I still hear your voice echo in my head, so I turn it up to ten
And drive until I'm over it

I′m gonna scream your name at the windshield
Tell the rain how stupid I feel
Unleash every tear on the wheel, crank the radio
Every old country song about letting go
Keeping my eyes on the road and off the rearview
My mind between the lines and nowhere near you
'Cause driving this car right back into your arms ain't what′s gonna fix me
I just need a little backroad therapy

I′m not changin' my mind or my direction
Let this dashboard hear my confession

I′m gonna scream your name at the windshield
Tell the rain how stupid I feel
Unleash every tear on the wheel, crank the radio
Every old country song about letting you go
Keeping my eyes on the road and off the rearview
My mind between the lines and nowhere near you
Driving this car right back into your arms ain't what′s gonna fix me
I just need a little backroad therapy

(A little backroad, a little backroad therapy)
Need a little backroad therapy
(A little backroad, yeah, a little backroad therapy)
'Cause I need a little backroad therapy

Country

Special ring, stomach sinks 'cause you know

verse

I'm turning right at a light when it hits me

You feed me lies to put your hands on my body

I swear it's like a drug when you're holding me, but I got the remedy

pre-chorus

I'm gonna scream your name at the windshield

Unleash every tear on the wheel, crank the radio

Keeping my eyes on the road and off the rearview

My mind between the lines and nowhere near you

'Cause driving this car right back into your arms ain't what's gonna fix me

chorus

It's two o'clock on the dot and you text me

"Where you at?" You don't know, I'm already

'Cause Jo Dee's singing, "Bye-bye, catch ya later

But I still hear your voice echo in my head, so I turn it up to ten

bridge

Every old country song about letting you go

Driving this car right back into your arms ain't what's gonna fix me

(A little backroad, a little backroad therapy)

(A little backroad, yeah, a little backroad therapy)