Looking for Footprints

I want a back seat

Because I'm dead beat

I'm respirating

To sounds of the engine

Gives us sleepyheads, sleepyheads

The road ahead it takes us to our beds

Sleepyheads, sleepyheads,

Our minds they race but our bodies are dead

Just like looking for footprints

Looking for footprints

The lights are twisted

Each one is misted

Two, four, and counting

Head nod in twenty