Right turn,
The neighborhood
Is pretty quiet for a weekday
Left turn,
The same one way
To work almost everyday

Pass by the high school,
A memory rerun
When I was seventeen
Couldn't wait for twenty-one
I pass by the church
Where I married you
When you were twenty-one
And I was twenty-two

A stop sign,
A chance to clear my mind
Before the workday
Then a right turn
Is where I catch
Another glimpse of the highway

So I speed pass the building,
I always wanted to
Since I was twenty-one,
Almost twenty-two
If I'd had the nerve,
I'd have quit there before
You turned twenty-three
And couldn't take me anymore

The well known
Sits in a cloud of dust
Of on this weekday
My cell phone
Is in about a million pieces
On the highway

Speed down the highway,
Rack up the miles
One hundred twenty-one,
A hundred twenty-two
Roll down the window,
Roll out the miles
One hundred twenty-three,
A hundred twenty-four
And straight down the highway,
The road offers no guarantees
(One thousand twenty-one,
One thousand twenty-two)
Drive through the morning,
Drive into the sun,
And I'm free
(One thousand twenty-three,
One thousand twenty-four)