Dylan Patrick, Andrew Britton - Beat-Up Car Lyrics

Driving in a beat-up car
Get a million miles away from everything

The job I had I quit
I had enough of it
People talk in different ways
And I can’t hear a word they say

Hey! Hey!

Driving with the windows down
Around this town
Where nothing ever changes

The roads are steeped in history
Memories of you and me
Pack the car, I’m on the run; take me away from the things I’ve done

Hey! Hey!

’Cause I don’t feel like I belong
Same old story, it’s the same old song
No, I don’t feel like I belong
It’s the same old story, it’s the same old song
Same old song

Driving in a beat-up car
Pray to god I get far
Far from here

Everyone I used to know
Beg, stole and borrowed
All to catch a glimpse of something outside of this town

Hey! Hey!

I don’t feel like I belong
Same old story, it’s the same old song
No, I don’t feel like I belong
It’s the same old story, it’s the same old song
The same old song

It’s the same old song
It’s the same old song
It’s the same old song

No, I don’t feel like I belong