The smell of burning rubber
The sight of tail lights
The echo of the fading acceleration
That's what I want
I want to hit the freeway at 120
And leave it all behind
It doesn't seem to matter what I do
Because if I leave you behind
I'll be dead on arrival
Under these stars
You fall asleep
So you lay in your bed
You think about your perfect life
While I'm a hundred miles away by now
I can't leave this behind
You lay in your bed just quiet and content
Now you think I'm mad
I wish I could look in your eyes and show you how I felt
Unwrap my soul and feel the heat it once had
You'd see that I can't be mad
This soul is burning cold
Lost in a world without a light
Reality sets back in and I'm 2 minutes from your house.