8  miles down the road I hear my phone ringing on the dash
as soon as it lights up I see your name reflecting on the glass
you're probably calling to say that you're sorry
and that I should come back to stay the night
because you grow more and more lonely, as I feel more and more right
I'm rolling so fast I'm out running my own headlights
now I'm feeling like a bird and thats as free as it gets