Too Fast Driving - Lisa Loeb

Driving

I was thinking

You’re my flat tire

Too late at night

In the pitch black

Out of sight

And too fast driving

And too fast driving

Driving

I was thinking

You’re my flat tire

Not a blow out

But a screeching halt

Lots of ice

No salt

And too fast driving

And too fast driving

Don’t want to think about how much and what’s the limit

Don’t want to think about the limit and am I in it

Am I in it

Am I in it

Driving

I was thinking

You’re my flat tire

You’re gonna crash

You’re stupid loud

You’re wreckless

You’re spinning out

And too fast driving

And too fast driving

And too fast driving