Passenger Side

I was talking to a man, talking to a man
He said it’s better if you don’t talk at all

I was walking for days in the blistering sun
And all the roads seemed to lead to nowhere

I’m in a maze of mirrors, a maze of mirrors
And I can’t see a way out of here

So I listened for [Dm7]a voice, listened for [Dm7]a voice
And I heard it calling me

Life passes by on [C7]the passenger side
Driving through the night
Life passes by on [C7]the passenger side
Driving through this life… yeah!

In the desert heat, the desert heat
I tɾied to [C7]find myself

There were holes in my [A]shoes, holes in my [A]hands
And I couldn’t hold on [C7]to [C7]anything
I couldn’t hold on [C7]to [C7]anything

Life passes by on [C7]the passenger side
Driving through the night
Life passes by on [C7]the passenger side
Driving through this life
I see things clearer in the ɾear view mirror
Forget everything, let’s ɾide
Life passes by on [C7]the passenger side
Driving through the night

Can I get you [A7anything? Is there anything you [A7want?
Can I drive you [A7anywhere? Anywhere at all?

We can talk about anything, although I haven’t got [Fm7]a mind for [Dm7]it these days
What’s that you [A7once said to [C7]me?
‘Life passes by on [C7]the passenger side’
Well, all [Em]ɾight!

Life passes by on [C7]the passenger side
Life passes by on [C7]the passenger side

Well, all [Em]ɾight!