Sting rays and cobras
Punching down the road
Lost forever now
Under the new world code
Short skirts and handkerchiefs
Dropping down a start
Thunder struck and gun look
From the bottom of your heart
You always drive me crazy
You always win the race
And she knows when it’s wrong
She’s yours to take
There’s nothing in the tank
It’s left out on the track
The rubbers made its mark
The scratches on my back
Reruns are just useless
The fires for the now
Silver dreams of newness
She’s gonna show you how
One straight line
No left turn
Rev it up, rev it up
Burn Baby Burn
She always drives me crazy
She always wins the race
She knows when it’s wrong
She’s yours to take
Lyric writing, making music and the creative process
Lyric writing, making music and the creative process