Open Road
Today, just a song for a friend. "Open Road Song", by Eve 6.
Tonight I feel ambitious and so does my foot
As it sinks on the pedal
I press it to the floor
I don't need a girl, don't need a friend
Cuz my friend lonesome's unconditional
We're flying forever bored
And for a moment
I love everything that I see and think and feel
I love my broken sideview mirror
Cuz it's so perfect, I'm so perfect
You're so perfect
You're not here
I hear the change in gears
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song
The night is beckoning
Although I have nowhere to go but home
Feels good to be alone
With every turn comes a new frame of mind
If I could frame my mind
Where would it hang?
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song
I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
As I pour my poor heart out
To a radio song that's patent and willing to listen
My volume drowns it out
Yeah, but that's okay
Cuz I sound better than him anyway, any day
Yeah, my voice is sweet as salt
I search for comfort and I find it
Where I've found it many times before
Times before can be forgotten
Aye, many a long, long night spent doing that. Including my stupid, 4-AM 185mph speeding ticket in Tokyo. Yes, I was pulled over doing 185. No, they were unable to clock me or even get a radar number. But they knew I was going damn fast, and I happily told them that I was doing 185 when they incorrectly guessed 150. If I got it up to 185, I wanted the goddamn credit for it. I think I may have set a speeding ticket record in Tokyo, if not Japan, and I spent a few hours in jail.
Tonight I feel ambitious and so does my foot
As it sinks on the pedal
I press it to the floor
I don't need a girl, don't need a friend
Cuz my friend lonesome's unconditional
We're flying forever bored
And for a moment
I love everything that I see and think and feel
I love my broken sideview mirror
Cuz it's so perfect, I'm so perfect
You're so perfect
You're not here
I hear the change in gears
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song
The night is beckoning
Although I have nowhere to go but home
Feels good to be alone
With every turn comes a new frame of mind
If I could frame my mind
Where would it hang?
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song
I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
As I pour my poor heart out
To a radio song that's patent and willing to listen
My volume drowns it out
Yeah, but that's okay
Cuz I sound better than him anyway, any day
Yeah, my voice is sweet as salt
I search for comfort and I find it
Where I've found it many times before
Times before can be forgotten
Aye, many a long, long night spent doing that. Including my stupid, 4-AM 185mph speeding ticket in Tokyo. Yes, I was pulled over doing 185. No, they were unable to clock me or even get a radar number. But they knew I was going damn fast, and I happily told them that I was doing 185 when they incorrectly guessed 150. If I got it up to 185, I wanted the goddamn credit for it. I think I may have set a speeding ticket record in Tokyo, if not Japan, and I spent a few hours in jail.
posted by Jack Red at 2:47 AM
2 Comments:
185mph? Nice! What did you do it in, a rental I assume?
Honda NSX? *drool*... pity those japs stopped producing them cars now...very interested to see what Honda will come out with to replace the NSX. An icon like that is quite irreplaceable if you ask me!
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