i'm on the road and it's like i'm flying
impossibly fast, from city into countryside
within an hour, on nothing for horsepower
soapbox derby coasting down mountains
even though my dad told me never to do that
all those years ago, driving to phoenix
god, i could do this forever
i wish my camera was a robot, or that
i had somebody riding shotgun to take pictures
it's pretty as fuck out here
but all my concentration is on the lane
staying in it, riding curves like a magnet
sliding through miles
a hundred feet per second; faster
forty-five seconds to the mile
i'm not breaking any records but goddamn
i don't break 'em, i only play 'em
speaking of, it's time to switch albums
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