Designated Driver - Billy Gilman

Slow down, get real

Those innocent eyes can’t conceal

You’re lost, can’t find your way

You don’t belong behind the wheel

Your designated driver, that’s me

And we’re drivin' down Dream Street

With the pedal to the floor and we’re headed for Heaven’s door

With the keys to your heart I’m your designated driver

The party’s over, you’ve had enough

One little teardrop is one too much

One shot of pain, one splash of love

You better watch your step, this stuff is dangerous

Your designated driver, that’s me

And we’re drivin' down Dream Street

With the pedal to the floor and we’re headed for Heaven’s door

With the keys to your heart I’m your designated driver

You look nervous losin' your balance

You’re gonna have to walk the line

'Cause baby you’re gonna be mine

Well, this ain’t no limousine

But it can take you places you’ve never seen

Your designated driver, that’s me

And we’re drivin' down Dream Street

The pedal to the floor and we’re headed for, headed for Heaven’s door

With the keys to your heart I’m your designated driver

You look nervous