Grace in the Backseat - Chill Flow Radio
City lights are sliding by
Like rivers made of chrome
I turn the volume up and feel
Your presence call me home
Rearview holds the fading lights
Tomorrow's on my mind
But you keep time with every mile I find
Grace in the backseat
Riding through the night
Hands on my heartbeat
Turning wrong to right
Maybe it's love
Or maybe divine
Either way I'm doing fine
Red lights blink like lullabies
I breathe and let it go
You harmonize my busy head
Into a steady flow
No thunder voice
Just gentle cues
A melody of calm
And every note becomes a healing song
If I drift
Your rhythm brings me near
Soft hallelujahs in my mirror
Grace in the backseat
Riding through the night
Hands on my heartbeat
Turning wrong to right
Maybe it's love
Or maybe divine
Either way I'm doing fine
If I drift
Your rhythm brings me near
Soft hallelujahs in my mirror
Grace in the backseat
Riding through the night
Hands on my heartbeat
Turning wrong to right
Maybe it's love
Or maybe divine
Either way I'm doing fine