I traveled miles and miles last night
With your sweat on the seat of my car
And in the mirror, headlights followed me
And I tried don't look back
And the horns seemed to say: Stop, please!

I was driving at the speed of your heart
With broken gears an the tires on fire
There were no limits on that highway
There was no GPS
And your perfume was my gasoline

In that wild race
I didn't need a license to drive
I guided you, you guided me
You gave me nitro to fly

In that wild race
We were machines, were outlaws
And beside you, l closed my eyes
Together we crossed the finish line