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[Verse 1]
The best fires of my youth
They burned so brightly, so violently
No care
While I was under your wing
You breathed with a [?] pace
I left my baby wings in the front seat
See it from my point now, child
You've never been air-bound
Are there things a man desires?
Eyes on film
My eyes are on him
Just watching, waiting to meet him
[Chorus]
Then we're driving north on 45
Thirty miles south of the city line
Singing that song, we learn to notice
Here comes the night creeping on my chest
Driving north on 45
Thirty miles south of the city line
I think I've opened it at my door, yeah
And then you'll really ride on the road, yeah
And then you'll really ride on the road, yeah
And then you'll really ride on the road, yeah
[Verse 2]
Still under your wing
While you breathed with a [?] pace
That wild wind that blew through here
Was a sickness so black, black, you never come back from it
I turned him in instead of dying
[Chorus]
And we're driving north on 45
Thirty miles south of the city line
Singing that song we learn to notice
Here comes the night creeping on my chest
Driving north on 45
Thirty miles south of the city line
I think I've opened it at my door, yeah
And then you'll really ride on the road, yeah
Driving north on 45
Thirty miles south of the city line
Singing that song we learn to notice
Here comes the night creeping on my chest
Driving north on 45
Thirty miles south of the city line
I think I've opened it at my door, yeah
And then you'll really ride on the road, yeah
Driving north on 45
Thirty miles south of the city line
Singing that song we learn to notice
Here comes the night creeping on my chest
Driving north on 45
Thirty miles south of the city line
I think I've opened it at my door, yeah
And then you'll really ride on the road, yeah
And then you'll really ride on the road, yeah
And then you'll really ride on the road, yeah