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