| Lyrics |
(verse 1):
I'm tired of spinning my wheels
I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal
I need to get there pretty quick
Hey, Mister, whatcha got out on that lock
You can sell me a pitch
Maybe one of them souped up muscle cars
It kind of makes you think you're stronger than you are
Color don't matter. No, I don't need leather seats
All that really concerns me is...
Chorus:
Speeeed
How fast will it go?
Can it get me over there quickly, zero to sixty?
And then I brought our memory
Yeah, what I really need
Is an old bad road and a whole lot of speed
(verse 2):
I'd like to trade in this old truck
It makes me think the vertex that slows me down
See? It's the first place we made love
Where we used to sit and talk
On the tailgate all night long
Now she's gone and I need to move on
So give me...
(repeat chorus)
(bridge):
Throw me them keys so I can put some miles between us
Turn off that rearview mirror
There's nothing left to see
Let me lean on that gas
Also catches up fast
So give me...
(repeat chorus)
That's what I need
I'm tired of spinning my wheels
I'm tired of spinning my wheeeeels
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