Open skies above, Highway floating by below I’m running tracks of flames and smoking burnt rubber Can you feel the heat? The sound of the engine beat Got no destination, I measure my route in gasoline
I gotta find myself some space This dirty old town that I call home You know I can’t stand that place
The wheels keep on turning Let the fuel keep on burning
Got no time to waste, Got no plans to settle down I just want to run away from this godforsaken town Working 9 to 5, What a way to waste my mind Got no regression I’m just leave it all behind
I gotta find myself some space This dirty old town that I call home You know I can’t stand that place
The wheels keep on turning Let the fuel keep on burning
Open skies above, Highway floating by below I’m running tracks of flames and smoking burnt rubber Can you feel the heat? The sound of the engine beat Got no destination, I measure my route in gasoline
I gotta find myself some space This dirty old town that I call home You know I can’t stand that place
The wheels keep on turning Let the fuel keep on burningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
