Well, I gotta get home

Course my wife don't know

That we stayed out drinking again

But it ain't my fault if I didn't have a dime

Some cat I don't really know

On the radio

Hoping some day he'll be dead

But tonight you and I roll the windows down and feel alive

There's a double white line ahead of me

And it's winding behind me to four

I should have told Jack I ate those sugar lumps

That Vanessa scored

But all I got planned is twenty-eight grand

More days from here to the gates

I know it's a sin

The state that I'm in

But how many times in my life

Will I get this chance before it's too late?

Hey, I'm feeling kinda bubbly

Feelin' alright as I barrel down the road

And Jackie's shoving something stupid

Way up his nose

Well, I'll climb it up to fifty

Pushing sixty-five

Feels like its my wheels that roll!

And the needle on a gauge I don't really recognize rose