Drive on.


For me, nothing can quite evoke the feeling of being a child than sitting passenger in my parents car.

A few years back, I was browsing Spotify for new artists and came across Stornoway. Immediately, I fell in love with their music. However, one of their songs, ‘Fuel Up,’ was especially stirring, tracing the relationship with driving throughout various stages of life. For me, as a teenager soon to move to University, it was a welcome marker of what was to come.

Curled up in the back of the car
Nine years old you don’t know where you are
And your head’s on the window, your eyes are just closed
There’s a voice in the front and a hush on the road
You’re a passenger but your mind is travelling on

Open your eyes and you’re nine years older
Hands on the wheel and you’re racing on over
To lie with your first love, you can’t wait to see her
You borrowed the car and you think you’re the driver
But now you’re the passenger to your own heart
and it takes you travelling, travelling on

When the morning broke and the sky fell down
It went black as night and the wind blew round
And stole your directions, you lost your way home
And you felt like a passenger left by the road
But I’ll tell you the reason you couldn’t get home
Cause there’s nowhere you’ve been and it’s nowhere you’re going
Home is only a feeling you get in your mind
From the people you love and you travel beside
You may feel like a passenger but now you’re the driver
You’ve got to go travelling, travelling on
Because if you break down, it’s a cold, hard shoulder

So fuel up your mind and fire up your heart and drive on
Drive on, drive on
And when your days are darker, put your foot down harder
Drive on, drive on

However, it was that first verse that really resounded with me. I find little as calming as sitting and watching the landscape shift while my parents drive. There is a real sense of childlike trust that you no longer get as an adult, that belief that they will get you somewhere safely. And while I love to drive myself, I can’t help but feel a little nostalgia when thinking about those long sleepy journeys with my family.




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