Gasoline Run
Sunlight breaking on the asphalt highway Four hundred horses screaming my way
No map in hand,
no rearview glances Taking our bets and taking our chances
Wind in my hair,
gasoline fire Taking it higher and higher
Leaving the shadows
far behind us now No stopping till we hit the state line,
somehow (yeah)
Rubber burning on the dry pavement
Forgot about every single cent we spent
Just the horizon waiting ahead
Chasing the sun where the dust turns red
Wind in my hair,
gasoline fire Taking it higher and higher
Leaving the shadows
far behind us now No stopping till we hit the state line,
somehow (ooh-yeah)
Gasoline fire (taking it higher!) Higher and higher Yeah