Undercover Mother

It’s a nicely warmed day The sun beaming through the blue 70’s rock on the radio And I’m feeling it too The bass throbs through the speakers And pulsates my heart That I remember all the words Makes me thrilled off the chart The volume too loud But who gives a flip I’m riding alone on this little trip My sunglasses on The windows rolled down I feel the need for speed So I’m headin’ out of town My hair is wild in the wind I’m hangin’ tight in the curves All my senses alive In case I have to swerve The gear shift feels good In the palm of my hand Satisfied with the knowledge I can out drive any man There’s nothing like driving This barren stretch of #8 But I look at the clock And see I’m almost late Slow my speed to a whisper I head back into town I fix my hair in the mirror The music goes down Satisfied with the knowledge That the wild is still there No matter what the age I’ve learned not to despair Sometimes you just have to Throw away the rules As long as you aren’t late To pick the kids up from school