Looking back in my rear view mirror
At the boy with the Texas plates
Momma was starting to worry
I said momma, it's way too late

Four wheels in my favorite color
Gonna roll me away
This time there ain't no other
This time I can't be saved

Ain't no curve that I can't handle
Ain't no mountain I can't climb
So young and foolish
I was driving blind
With my heart wide open
It was just a matter of time
I didn't see the signals
I was driving blind, driving blind

Got bombs in my pocket
Got dreams in my head
Everyday feels like the 4th of July
Everything's painted cherry red

Somewhere in middle America
I'm standing in the rain
Gonna try to walk on water
Find somebody that feels the same

Roll down the window
The freeway is clear
Suddenly all my passions re-appear

I know the power of innocence
Learned the meaning of fate
Rode a dream all the way down to the ocean
Watched it tumble in the waves

Perseverance pulls me
It's gonna take me way
I want it so badly
This time I can't be saved, I can't be saved

Ain't no curve that I can't handle
Ain't no mountain I can't climb
To be young and foolish
Shouldn't be a crime
With my heart wide open
Just a matter of time
Didn't see the signals
Couldn't read the signs, I was driving blind
Driving blind

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BILL PAYNE, BILL WRAY