Driving Home (x7) Driving home in the pouring rain at the speed of a runaway train Should I fail to reach my destination then I’m the one to blame Got a bag it’s a leather suitcase but it don’t belong to me Belong to me Belong to me
Getting on to my destination and the night has turned to dawn Another mile or two before the glory of a pole to win some more Just ahead I can see a figure of some lights that turn to blue Turn to blue Turn to blue Turn to blue Turn to blue
On the road with a thousand voices of the devil coaxing me I grit my teeth and tighten on the glory of the vision that I see Should I fail to reach you on this morning with this treasure by my sleeve Ninety mile an hour in the storm or raining shower ‘cause the cops are after me
And all I can do is (x lots)
And all I can do is to try.... I’ve got the money to fly.... I wanna take you with me.... And all it takes is some... Takes is some Takes is some Confidence.
And all I can do is to try.... I’ve got the money to fly.... I wanna take you with me.... And all it takes is some... Takes is some Takes is some Confidence.