The Last Ten Seconds of Life
Haste Makes Waste
Give me a sign
Tell me I've crossed the line
Pushing 95
In my old man's ride
Windows down
The wind's whipping through
I got nowhere to go
I got nothing to do
The problems just don't matter
Or the troubles hanging over my head
When I let it run wide open
All the pressure lifts off my chest
Favorite band blasted to the max
Drumming along on the steering wheel
Singing my heart out like I wrote it and I'm still driving like I stole it
The gas pedal graces the floor
The engine comes alive under the hood
Roaring and snapping at the lines that cage it in
Hungry for more it races ahead
Who says there's a difference between speed and power
Knuckles white
Gripping the wheel
Going 100 miles an hour
What's going on with my mind?
Want to pass on the double line
Am I reckless?
Am I wrong?
Am I going too far?
Haste makes waste
The problems just don't matter
Or the troubles hanging over my head
When I let it run wide open
All the pressure lifts off my chest
And I actually feel alive
Oh, I actually feel alive
Oh, I actually feel alive
I actually feel alive