Amy Kuney. How The Wind Must Feel. Zeneszám

Don't wanna go home, don't wanna go home,
Don't wanna go home; no, never
From this lonely road, from this lonely road
You swore we'd sever, yeah

Put my head out the window
Watch the world go by us like a slideshow
As I adjust the rear-view mirror

Pull my hair back and lean over,
Rest my weary head on your shoulder
The wind is playing with my hair

So darling, lock the doors
Put your heel to the floor
Don't you worry 'bout the time,
Just take the wheel
This is how the wind must feel

Now the night has turned a darker shade
You turn; I feel your shoulder blade move
And then and then and then and then and then

You strain your neck to check both ways
You slap the blinker,
We're changing lanes again, again
Oh, again, again, again

Driving all night with the windows down
Passing through sleepy ghost towns
I could be sleeping in one too

Passing street lights on the right hand
So immobile where they stand;
I'm so glad I'm here with you

Darling, lock the doors
Put your heel to the floor
Drive me places I have never been before
Leave it all behind
There is more to this life
Don't you worry 'bout the time,
Just take the wheel
This is how the wind must feel, yeah, yeah

When we speed I get this rush
Like something's chasing after us
Like hell itself is on our trail
Like a dream when something's chasing after me
And I can't run
The devil's on our tail, yes the devil's on our tail

Darling, lock the doors
Put your heel to the floor
Drive me places I have never been before
Leave it all behind
There is more to this life
Don't you worry 'bout the time,
Just take the wheel
This is how the wind must feel