I can see distinctiveness,
Perched behind the wheel.
Tightening Grip, White knuckle
Pain flashing by me.
Here's how I get away,
my 4 54.

I turn off the headlights,
charge into the night,
Push the V8 harder.
Punch it, Redline her
Take it to the limits,
Harder, way too fast

Images racing through
My mind, left reeling,
Trying to contemplate,
Ere it complicates
Dreams mixed with memories,
No line between them

Then a single vision
A deafening piece
Clarified all for me,
really made me see
To see is to believe
and I'm blind to you.