Freestyle on the freeway

In the lost days

Of the old age

Lets her style make the replay

Moves miles past the cliché

In the smell of death in the gasoline

This was someone's dream

But we woke up

In the smell of life from the passing trees

This is what she needs

And she knows it

And she knows it

And she knows it

She's got lipstick on the dashboard

Rolls dice with her eyes when she leans forward

Old map with the numbers and names

People and places

Never the same

In the smell of death in the gasoline

This was someone's dream

But we woke up

In the smell of life from the passing trees

This is what she needs

And she knows it

And she knows it

And she knows it

In the smell of death in the gasoline

This was someone's dream

But we woke up

In the smell of life from the passing trees

This is what she needs

And she knows it

And she knows it

And she knows it