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