Pedal to the MetalPedal to the metal, that’s how I roll,
I wasn’t expecting to pay the toll, Cruisin’ down Interstate-5, Boy, was I feelin’ alive. Lookin’ down to read a text, Not knowing what would happen next, A flash of light, the law on my tail, F*** that! I ain’t goin’ to jail Speedin’ fast and gettin’ away, This ain’t a ticket I’m willin’ to pay, Holy Hell! Here comes a turn, I take it too fast, A lesson to be learned. Lord Almighty, what do I do? Give up my wheels to the flashing Red and Blue? Ain’t nobody takin’ my wheels, I’d rather go down head over heels. “As you wish, my criminal child. Your ride is about to get very wild.” Out of nowhere, like the end of the world, My Chevy flipped and my body gets hurled, Slippin’ and slidin’ and rollin’ over, All the way down a cliffside in Dover, On my way down, the law caught up, They pulled me out, and my mouth finally shut, Wondering, how did I get stuck in this rut? Pedal to the metal, that’s how I roll, My life is gone, all that’s left is my soul |
My First LoveHer lips, like rose petals,
Her eyes, like two great, big, Logan Sapphires Her hair, long and blonde, soft like corn silk Her hands, soft and warm like a blanket The water was cool and refreshing, a break from the hot, humid, summer evening Locusts rustling in the trees broke the silence The smell of fresh cut grass and roasting marshmallows and hot dogs set the perfect mood With the setting sun in the background, there couldn’t be a better day Hand in hand, eyes locked on one another, Our bodies pressed against each other, Just the thought of it, is still heart stopping, Suddenly, the world seemed to stop, The locusts no longer hissed, I could no longer smell the grass or the roasting hot dogs, Just she and I and no one else Slowly, she leaned in to me Almost like a gravitational force, I leaned in too, Our eyes closed, our lips met, And sparks flew, like fireworks on the Fourth of July |
Happiness in SimplicityHer soft, blonde hair in the hot, Texas sun
The warm caress of her fingernails across my back Her blue eyes that seemed to mirror the Caribbean Sea And the sparks that flew when we kissed That made me happy. The revv of a Chevy 350 Small Block The smell of the exhaust from a ‘71 SuperBeetle The leathery steering wheel underneath my fingers And the negative G’s when I floor the gas That makes me happy. The rush of adrenaline when I land the jump The exhilarating sound of the crowd screaming my name The sweaty Alpinestars I pull from my hands To see her again... That would make me very happy. |