We are the children of stereo
And tape deck bands
In the drive-through we held hands
We are the children of strip malls
And thrift-store pants
in the summer nights we ruled the land
And I never thought I was
Missing out on some big life
We didn't have
We couldn't get
Just being right here
In an old car with the top down
We ride through Mulholland
And the sun blinds our eyes
I couldn't help you
couldn't help you ever realize, woo
I couldn't help you, woo
We were the masters of our world
And I don't know why
You said you had to leave or die
And I never thought I was
Missing out on some big life
Like you couldn't get
A broken heart
Just staying right here
In an old car with the top down
We ride through Mulholland
And the sun blinds our eyes
I couldn't help you
couldn't help you ever realize, woo
I couldn't help you, woo
Now it's cold out
So get your sweaters on
I just don't know how
We could ever belong
Anywhere else
Those days are gone
But they'll always be around
In an old car with the top down
We ride through Mulholland
And the sun blinds our eyes
I couldn't help you
I couldn't help you
I couldn't help you
I couldn't help you
I couldn't help you
couldn't help you ever realize
In an old car with the top down
We ride through Mulholland
And the sun blinds our eyes
I couldn't help you realize