Текст песни Backseat Driver - Geoff Palmer

I'd like to do a song of great social and political import
It goes like this

I'm an outcast, baby, on the inside
I'm looking for a place to hide
You keep saying that you blow minds
Well, you ain't touching mine

Can you tell me how the west was won
I'm a tall tale when the shadow's long
Long gone

It's kinda nice being right all time
I guess it's okay being lonely
No one likes a backseat driver
When you're in a big rush to put out a fire

Can you tell me how the west was won
I'm a tall tale when the shadow's long, long gone

Too late, that grade you made selling wishes at the end of the line
We're going down a rabbit hole we can all only hope we'll make it out alive

There's no competition
When you're running the course alone
It's always your day, you can always celebrate
No one's there to see you bring the trophy home

I'm an outcast, baby, on the inside
I'm looking for a place to hide
No one likes a bright side, backseat driver style of an only child

Can you tell me how the west was won
I'm a tall tale when the shadow's long, long gone