Going sixty in a forty-five lane

The windows are down and the truck's falling apart.

Wonder if we can take this curve?

Metallica blasts on the old speakers

And maybe they wont blow out today,

But if they do we'll sing.

Should we slow down? No.

It's easy when you're riding.

No thinking.

No stress.

Just road

And old metal music.

The dust chokes us

And the wind's too loud.

We love it.

I need this

Because it's the only way I can talk to you.

Not speaking.

Just driving.

Driving too fast.

I want this road to go on.


Faith of Sorrows

to dad