Drive

Arizona.

California.

June 2009.

I don't care if it's a highway or a dirty country road

I don't care if I'm leaving or coming home

I don't know if it's the song on that too loud radio

I don't know if it's the smell of that burning smoke

Here I go

Headed out to nowhere like a bullet from a gun

Putting miles on me and the wheels I'm rollin' on

Slide on over baby and I'll take you for a ride

I just like to drive

Well, I just like to drive

Well, I love to feel my worn out boots stompin' on the gas

Love to see your bare feet tappin' on the dash

Love to see your hand, girl, swingin' in the breeze

And I'm done burning up a tank of gasoline

Smells so sweet

(Casey James - Drive)