Track 7 of the album Three Chords and a Bad Haircut · 2014
Dad's Hand on the Handbrake
“Dad on the handbrake teaching me to drive. The soft song, hidden in the middle where nobody's looking.”
pop punk · pop punk · heartfelt punk · 2:49
Lyrics
Dad's in the seat with his hand on the brake Saying easy now, for goodness sake I'm sixteen and the street is wide He's gripping the door like he's on a ride Slow down, slow down Not that slow, hey Dad's hand on the handbrake Dad's hand on the handbrake He's nervous but he's proud of me Dad's hand on the handbrake Dad's hand on the handbrake I'm learning how to drive, can't you see Parallel park, I hit the cone He says it's fine, he's on his phone Calling Mom to say I'm doing great Whispering don't tell her I'm late Slow down, slow down Not that slow, hey Dad's hand on the handbrake Dad's hand on the handbrake He's nervous but he's proud of me Dad's hand on the handbrake Dad's hand on the handbrake I'm learning how to drive, can't you see Green light, he lets go Hand in his lap, finally One day I'll be the one who rides Gripping the door with a grin Dad's hand on the handbrake Dad's hand on the handbrake He's nervous but he's proud of me Dad's hand on the handbrake Dad's hand on the handbrake I'm learning how to drive, can't you see Hey, hey Learning how to drive