Roll the windows down Turn that frown upside down Take the wheel I need to feel the cold air on my cheeks I love the way you're so unpredictable You stole the keys To your dad's convertible We're gettin' out of here Hold on She says, "don't slip from my grip" Hold on Well darlin' i'm holding on tight Forget your nine to five Don't even bother calling in sick I'm not sure we'll be coming back How's it home? When there is nothing left to rely on Cause we've been living our lives like it's some kind secret
We're not hiding anymore Hold on She says, "don't slip from my grip" Hold on Well darlin' i'm holding on tight I will follow that girl straight to heaven And i won't let go The notes pour from the speakers and she chooses her words so carefully The language it comes out so beautifully And she says... Hold on Well darlin' i'm holding on tight She says… Hold on Well darlin' i'm holding on tight I will follow that girl straight to heaven And i won't let go