Mid-summer, cruising in a Chevy,
Clouds clearing as the breeze, it blows.
Light-headed, eyes a little heavy,
Don't you know how the story goes?
Point-one-eight, coming up in flame,
"Tell me, son, tell me, what's your name?"
I need to know the answer. I need to know the answer.
Eighty-eight off into the night,
Losing track of the stopping light,
I want to hear an answer. I want to hear the answer.
Sitting steady, driving in the middle,
Time's easy, but the timing's strange.
Head is aching, buzzing just a little.
Just seconds and the lives you'll change.
Red light
Red light
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