Fast Enough
I'm pushin' eighty
Cursing the wheels of this old Ford
Everything's shaking, but I'm begging the engine for more
This old wrecks in the red from the way that she said baby hurry home
Small towns, red lights
Crossroads, stop signs
They can't slow me down
But I'm not stopping now
Your waiting, I'm anticipating
Your lips, your kiss, your skin, your touch, my love
I can't get there fast enough
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
I smell the roses
I see the candles burning down
I taste the red wine
I feel your heart beating now
Hold on, wont be long
Put that old record on
I'm almost home
Small towns, red lights
Crossroads, stop signs
They can't slow me down
But I'm not stopping now
Your waiting, I'm anticipating
Your lips, your kiss, your skin, your touch, my love
I can't get there fast enough
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
My windshield is covered up
With two-thousand miles of bugs and dust
But at the end of the road baby I know your right there waiting
Your right there waiting
Small towns, red lights
Crossroads, stop signs
They can't slow me down
But I'm not stopping now
Your waiting, I'm anticipating
Your lips, your kiss, your skin, your touch, my love
I can't get there fast enough
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Autor(es): Kristian Frans Bergsnes, Kyle Christopher Jacobs, William Joseph Jr. Leathers
