Shadow of a fast car, stencilling the tarmac black.
White lines in my rear view mirror, hurtling down the track.
Sun hangs, immobile, heat upon my back.
A hand darts to the stereo - my favourite track!
My heart's so full of hope right now - i'm not giving up that.
I'm gonna drive,
I'm gonna drive,
I'm gonna
drive,
drive,
drive
and I ain't coming back.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
Shadow of a fast car, stencilling the tarmac black.
White lines in my rear view mirror, hurtling down the track.
Sun hangs, immobile, heat upon my back.
A hand darts to the stereo - my favourite track!
My heart's so full of hope right now - i'm not giving up that.
I'm gonna drive,
I'm gonna drive,
I'm gonna
drive,
drive,
drive
and I ain't coming back.
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