

(whoosh) Midnight black on the interstate
Headlights cutting through the late-night haze
Nothing but the yellow lines ahead
Chasing down the words we left unsaid
And the dial is climbing higher now
We can find a way to breathe somehow (ooh,
ooh) Roll the windows down,
let the wind rush in Let the radio play where we've always
been We are running free in the fast lane tonight Just chasing
the dashboard light (yeah,
we're flying now)
Dashboard glowing in a classic blue
Every curve and turn reminds of you
One hundred miles to the city line
Leaving all our heavy thoughts behind
We don't need a map,
we don't need a destination
Just the open road and this acceleration
(faster now)
Roll the windows down,
let the wind rush in Let the radio play where we've always
been We are running free in the fast lane tonight Just chasing
the dashboard light
Chasing the dashboard light
(cruising away)