Sunday drive

Did you ever wake up, on the wrong side of the bed
With a broken jaw two black eyes
And a hole in the side of your head?

You hop in the car only to crawl down the street
When you realize 17 has turned to
65 miles an hour
With nowhere to go, but i'm flying faster now
And i feel great to be alone

Has there ever been a time
You just don't realize what you said?
Now you're kicking yourself in the mouth
And thinking you are better off dead instead

You hop in the car only to crawl down the street
When you realize 17 has turned to
65 miles an hour
With nowhere to go, but i'm flying faster now
And i feel great to be alone

From here to there its all the same
But this time in between is just for me
It's me against this road
Just me against this road

At 65 miles an hour
With nowhere to go, but i'm flying faster now
And i feel great to be alone
(and i feel great to be alone)
(it's me against this road)
And i feel great to be alone