When I was young,
A hiding place on the floorboards…
And a sneak into the Drive-In Theatre,
Now that was a carfull of backseat trouble.
A case of beer under the seat…
A hairdresser my mom knew…
And my best friend’s girlfriend giggling in the front,
There’s a carfull of backseat trouble.
Then along came the baby, and with him
Came the in-laws,
And the dog or cat in the grocery bags,
And the mess with the car-poolers.
All my life I’ve seen it and had it,
All my life I’ve lived it and known it,
I guess I’m just in for a carfull of backseat trouble.
At sixteen I was in a “heap of trouble”;
At twenty “you have no direction”;
At forty “your life is a mess”;
And now “what a waste” is all I hear.
“Nothing” has seemed to be the only thing that works for me.
My debts came due and no money;
My grandkids come to visit and no playground;
The car is new but I don’t get to drive;
And how I long for those “backseat” times.
It couldn’t be that something else was out there,
It couldn’t be a different drag,
I’m still hiding and sneaking and dealing with “over-my-shoulder” worries,
I’m still living a “carfull of backseat trouble life”.
The backseat was the life I chose even though it came with a
Carfull of trouble.
I’m in a Carfull of backseat trouble life,
I’ve got a Carfull of backseat trouble blues.
Carfull of Backseat Trouble by Ronhales Read: Psalm 138:8