Amy Kuney How The Wind Must Feel
Don't wanna go home, don't wanna go home
Don't wanna go home; no, never
From this lonely road, from this lonely road
You swore we'd sever, yeah
Put my head out the window
Watch the world go by us like a slideshow
As I adjust the rear-view mirror
Pull my hair back and lean over
Rest my weary head on your shoulder
The wind is playing with my hair
So darling, lock the doors
Put your heel to the floor
Don't you worry ‘bout the time
Just take the wheel
This is how the wind must feel
Now the night has turned a darker shade
You turn; I feel your shoulder blade move
And then and then and then and then and then
You strain your neck to check both ways
You slap the blinker
We're changing lanes again, again
Oh, again, again, again
Driving all night with the windows down
Passing through sleepy ghost towns
I could be sleeping in one too
Passing street lights on the right hand
So immobile where they stand
I'm so glad I'm here with you
Darling, lock the doors
Put your heel to the floor
Drive me places I have never been before
Leave it all behind
There is more to this life
Don't you worry ‘bout the time
Just take the wheel
This is how the wind must feel, yeah, yeah
When we speed I get this rush
Like something's chasing after us
Like hell itself is on our trail
Like a dream when something's chasing after me
And I can't run
The devil's on our tail, yes the devil's on our tail
Darling, lock the doors
Put your heel to the floor
Drive me places I have never been before
Leave it all behind
There is more to this life
Don't you worry ‘bout the time
Just take the wheel
This is how the wind must feel
