If I choke, boy, you start me up again, restring my wires
You know this gearbox can make the shift
Polish my rims

Damned if you do, damned if you don´t
I swear it seems of late, boy
I´ve even curved this body to fit your bow

Still the rain can´t confuse the thoughts that come, come in rhythm
´Cause it never was the cars and guitars that came between us
Still, a thought says, "What if I keep on driving, keep on driving?"

"Yeah that whip has skirt", you said it proud
Sometimes I´d watch her idle
While you´d tune her up, me with my silencer on
You and your crocodile clip
Me and my alligator pears, yeah
All tricked out for the trip that slid into a spin

Still the rain can´t confuse the thoughts that come, come in rhythm
´Cause it never was the cars and guitars that came between us
Still, a thought says, "What if I keep on driving, keep on driving?"

You say that "I miss you"
You stop in at my drive-thru
You know who you´ll order some, some, boy

´Cause it never was the cars and guitars that came between us
Still, a thought says, "What if I keep on driving, keep on driving?"
Keep on driving

If I choke, boy, you start me up again, restring my wires
You know this gearbox can make the shift
Polish my rims