The raindrops on the roof of the car 
Sound like a warning 
I'm alone in the backseat 
And in the clouded sky a pondering star 
Waits for morning 
To go back to sleep 

There's a great big world out there 
Of good and bad and everything in between 
I've got my own small world in here 
Of happy and sad and the little I have seen 

Keep driving, keep driving 

The silent lamppost bows down its head 
Encircled by darkness 
With time on its side 
And when everyone I know are in bed 
My light shines the sharpest 
Across the divide 

There's a deep blue sea out there 
Of birth and death and the lovely mess in between 
I've got my own short life in here 
Going to God-knows-where in this fast machine 

Keep driving, keep driving 

Through the city, past the billboards 
Selling hope to hopeless souls 
To the outskirts where every locked door 
Has seen things that no-one knows 
Past the beaches where the wind blows 
And the waves caress the shore 
Through the forest where a tree grows 
For two hundred years or more 

The raindrops on the roof of the car 
Sound like a warning 
I'm alone in the backseat 
And in the clouded sky a lonesome star 
Waits for morning 
To go back to sleep