Plastic Grip

Intro

Oh oh

No no

Hmm

Chorus

Hands shaking on the steering wheel

Plastic grip I can barely feel

Gravel grinding underneath my seat

Rolling blind down a quiet street

Rolling blind down a quiet street

Verse 1

Left turn based on the wind blowing

Tires spinning like I’m really knowing

Engine humming such a steady tune

Dashboard glow lights the afternoon

Checking mirrors for a ghost shape

Seeking out a lucky great escape

Seatbelt digging in my collar bone

Cruising solo and I’m all alone

Chorus

Hands shaking on the steering wheel

Plastic grip I can barely feel

Gravel grinding underneath my seat

Rolling blind down a quiet street

Rolling blind down a quiet street

Verse 2

Curb hopping with a metal thud

Boots heavy through the garden mud

Pedal pressed until the metal clink

Staring forward and I cannot blink

Tapping rhythms on the window pane

Listening hard for the falling rain

Counting seconds by the ticking clock

Driving circles round the city block

Chorus

Hands shaking on the steering wheel

Plastic grip I can barely feel

Gravel grinding underneath my seat

Rolling blind down a quiet street

Rolling blind down a quiet street

Bridge

Maybe left

Maybe right

No more color

No more light

Hold the line

Keep it tight

Chorus

Hands shaking on the steering wheel

Plastic grip I can barely feel

Gravel grinding underneath my seat

Rolling blind down a quiet street

Rolling blind down a quiet street