A backseat driver, is that all I'll ever be?   Or can I just stand around and wait until the wheel gets shoved at me?   I keep thinking about what goes through her head   Does she hear how I go on and on and wonder what I just said?   And if she does, does she really want to know?   'cause the barrier of communication keeps wanting to grow   That gap between us just keeps wanting to grow   I'd better say it now, or she'll never know      I'll just shut my big mouth,   because there are no right words   There are no right words   I can't try to untie my tongue,   because these words won't ever come      Those words   those right words   won't ever show up      Am I insane or just a bit far gone?   Or is the magnet pulling me to her just too fucking strong?   I keep wishing and wishing more and more   I keep wishing   I kept wishing   I just wished myself right out the door