Lyrics

Music by Samantha Elin; Lyrics by Samantha Elin and Brad Swanson

Brad Swanson — Vocals, Rhythm Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Drums
Howard Yearwood — Guitars, Bass
Arranged by Brad Swanson
Recorded and mixed by Brad Swanson at SwanSound Music, Woodland Hills, CA
Mastered by Matt Forger

I was born and raised in the city, where a freeway blocked my view
Of concrete walks, cement walls, and sky a brownish blue
She tore up in an El Camino, stolen from her dad
She yelled, “Kid, let’s fly outta’ here, this place is drivin’ me mad.”
Knees a’knockin’, my insides shaking, time nearly froze
Her legs went on for miles and miles, lips a blood red rose

She drove me fast and free
Over the bridge, past Fort Lee
Racing the wind to the country
The road flowed endlessly
Turquoise sky over me
Chasing the sun to the country

Flew halfway ‘cross Texas to a town called Rising Star
Where the kids hung out on the corner counting red, white, and blue cars
An old man pumping gas cried a tornado ripped off his door
Warned of another twister coming, said we better prepare for more
Her heel slammed down on the pedal so hard, the rearview mirror fell off
I swore we lifted off the ground, she swore we’d never stop

She drove me fast and free
Down the 183
Racing the wind to the country
The road flowed endlessly
Turquoise sky over me
Chasing the sun to the country

Ran headlong into trouble on the Amarillo plains
The front left tire exploded as black clouds broke into rain
The corn field rose so high, I couldn’t cut our way through
She closed her eyes and waved her arms, and a path widened for two

She grabbed my hand and led me to a barn five miles down
There she blessed me with her love, the wind’s moan the only sound
Woke the next morning to her footprints and a note
“A thousand roads await you,” was all that she wrote
Alone and seventeen, I never thought this would end
With my insides torn to pieces, it hurt I can’t pretend

Hitchhiked East with nothing but a 20-dollar debt
Found myself back in the place where she and I first met
Climbed the corporate ladder, traded trees for cold steel
The higher you go sometimes the lesser you feel
Now I look out the high rise and I see a joyless world
I miss the horizon, I miss that crazy girl

She drove me fast and free
Over the bridge, past Fort Lee
Racing the wind to the country
The road flowed endlessly
Turquoise sky over me
Chasing the sun to the country
She drove me fast and free
Her hand on my knee
Racing the wind to the country