Jamming down the highway
Smoke and coffee close at hand

Tunes blasting on the radio
Wind screaming, windows down

Polarized sunglasses
Shade my blood-shot eyes

Bugs kamikaze my windshield
Coming over the last rise

Wiping round a convoy
Leaning hard into each turn

Hear siren’s wailing at me
Lord, for this I’ll surely burn

The speed invigorates me
Blood races in my veins

Blowing through a guard rail
For this end I was truly made