give me a sign tell me i ve crossed the line pushing 95 in my old man s ride windows down the wind s whipping through i got nowhere to go i got nothing to do the problems just don t matter or the troubles hanging over my head when i let it run wide open all the pressure lifts off my chest favorite band blasted to the max drumming along on the steering wheel singing my heart out like i wrote it and i m still driving like i stole it the gas pedal graces the floor the engine comes alive under the hood roaring and snapping at the lines that cage it in hungry for more it races ahead who says there s a difference between speed and power knuckles white gripping the wheel going 100 miles an hour what s going on with my mind want to pass on the double line am i reckless am i wrong am i going too far haste makes waste the problems just don t matter or the troubles hanging over my head when i let it run wide open all the pressure lifts off my chest and i actually feel alive oh i actually feel alive oh i actually feel alive i actually feel alive1