The Back-Seat Three

[Verse 1] The atlas lived beneath your seat, the flask was never cold, Our car had done more summers than the stickers on it told. We argued over windows and whose elbow crossed the line, While Mum unwrapped the sandwiches at exactly half past nine. [Chorus] We were the back-seat choir, singing miles away, Making up the words to every song you'd ever play. We didn't need a perfect map or weather turning fine, Just the five of us together, counting cows and passing time. [Verse 2] The rain came through the campsite and the towels wouldn't dry, Dad built a strange contraption with a rope held far too high. We ate our dinner in the car with chips upon our knees, And laughed until the windows wore a fog of memories. [Bridge] Now we've got separate calendars and postcodes of our own, But certain songs can put us on that back seat heading home. We booked a little weekend; leave the planning all to us, Though someone ought to warn you that we hired a minibus. [Chorus] We were the back-seat choir, singing miles away, Making up the words to every song you'd ever play. We didn't need a perfect map or weather turning fine, Just the five of us together, counting cows and passing time.