These years of mine run red like a bloodline. If I was the last son. Prostrate, I wait but silence is not for me. I'll shout 'til they come. . Oh, stop leaving my heart on the ground.
We've been drivin' since midnight and my eyes want to close. (I love drivin' with you). But your laughter is spurrin' me on. (I can't wait to get where we're going).