The trees like miles
They fly right by
The closer I look the faster it moves
We're gonna spill out of control into the sky
He's still yelling over there
As he staggers on the wheel
We cross the double yellow
And jerk back towards the treeline
I knew I should have just ignored this clown
My seatbelt ain't worth a shit about right now
I'd rather walk twenty miles
Than stay here in this Chevrolet
The drunken fool
Behind this wheel
Staggers and stumbles two thousand pounds
Of Detroit factory steel
The others there with him
Just along for the ride
They're looking at each other
Wondering how they got here
OK man, I'd feel better if I drove
I don't care how well you think you know this road
Pull over, 'cause I'm not gonna die stupid
In this Chevrolet
Sweet Jesus
I will not fly into this sky
Forgive me
I'm sorry
I pray you'll let me wake up inside
This Chevrolet