She lets her body slam forwards. She let the glass slide backward Break. Don't stop Gas pedal. She feels freedom like the wind like someone about to jump She feels the dangers of being skinned But she doesn't care Cause she, she, she is freer than the wind has ever been. Break. Gas. Turn. Wheel. Pull. She slides forward the world slides back Like the destination is tomorrow And the Road was yesterday stranding miles behind. So she laughs Because Gas. Gas. Gas. Break. Has never felt so powerful Like it wouldn't be the end of the world to use it abuse it Cause she thinks she's stronger than the wind Cause somehow she thinks she is free As the dollar sign on the meter rings Ka-Ching