i drive alone in the city when everyone else is asleep i won t get stuck at a red light all night cuz there s nobody here but me the wheels are screaming i leave it all behind but it always catches up with me it seems feel the metal touch the pedal but no matter where i go i can t shake but feeling alone i can count by the hours the signs going by what i find flying blind i don t know i can count on the music that plays in my head and there s always more road to go i notice a pair of headlights it s like two eyes are following me they ve been keeping up with me for miles while i see if the can hang with my speed the wheels are screaming is it all in my mind but if i think it then it s real to me it seems the faster i go the faster they go what are they running from maybe they can t shake but feeling alone the cry of the tires nothing to quench my desire i drove from capistrano to the inland empire now i m headed to the shore which i usually adore but some reason tonight no matter what i want more i m looking out for trouble or whatever but think of me giving a damn how bout never five lanes are mine usually the left three i don t slow down i just slide in between i scan the lane for a black and whites hid i don t get pulled over cuz i m straight lucid i m running on fumes in my mind like the gas i imagine the lives of the people i pass 