Driving down the highway
Radio blasting
Smoking cowboy killers
No use in lasting

This is the generation
Of lost causes
This is the rejection
Of all losses

She looks to me
And he looks
At the back of my neck
I'm speeding

She doesn't care if I slow down
She doesn't care about dying
He couldn't give less of a ****
Smoking, drinking and sighing

I don't know what I believe
My mind has wandered that road
When I think about it
Something else just takes it's place, I suppose

So there we were
In my big red Chevy
The three of us laughing
At nothing in particular