{sung at medium fast, almost a cut time feel}And at 55 I'm
crawling. At 65 I still can't fly. I shift out of fifth. I hit the
gas and leave my world in a cloud of dust behind. I grip the wheel pull
down my shades as I let my worries fade.
It seems only in this two ton hunk of steel I feel at home.
I believe maybe it could be I've spent all my life roaming the streets
of new cities day by day.
So when problems come to trouble me {slower} I get in my
car. I turn the key as I let the speed take hold of me...{this would be
a good place for a guitar solo because following the song picks up
to a the speed it started with}
And at 55 I'm crawling. At 65 I still can't fly. I kick
it up a gear, release my fear, and enjoy the scream of my machine.
Embrace the now, not caring how. I fly through life, right on by...
{this song is written with the intent of a strong guitar outro, this is where
that outro goes}
Copyright Timm Morris, June 27, Y2k, all rights reserved
