The sun was chasing us we were running for beginning a night with adrenaline. A bouncing road in time with a heart attack, I put a hand on your shoulder and one on your back when you turned and you started to say goodbye highway. We watched the pieces of mile make a difference and looked in mirrors behind at our distance. Our exit crept up sly like a heart attack. You're bouncing off my eyes don't look straight back, don't look straight back, look away. Goodbye highway.