At 8 pm I'm in my room just quite alone
I am strumming Bob Marley reggae
And in my head I paint a painting on the wall
A man is driving on a highway
It looks the same, it is on replay

I feel quite warm when thinking replay of a kiss
A kiss a boy can only give away
But when I try, the time moves on, though I resist
When do I start, I need a new day
It's not the same it's not on replay

The man drives on and on but finally he stops
He meets a woman in a driveway
They're driving fast, at last their got stopped by the cops
Their love are strongest on the highway
They'll always wish this day on replay

I clearly see his eyes, reflecting his in mine
Though it sounds kind of like a cliche
I confidently said "we don't have to define"
But lately it feels like a dismay
I really need that day on replay

At 8 pm I'm in my room just quite alone
I am strumming Bob Marley reggae
And in my head I paint a painting on the wall
A man is driving on a highway
It looks the same, it is on replay