R.p.m.

Fast pace day to day,
It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.
Blacktop beneath my wheels,
Blue moon rising above the hills.

Put it in a gear and put the pedal down.
And I won’t stop ‘till the tank runs out.

Turning the ignition, revving my engine,
Tearing up the highway of my life.
Grinding up my gearbox, skipping all the pit stops,
Blazing right by red traffic lights.

See, some folks like the slow lane…
Me? I just need the R.P.M.s.
The R.P.M.s.
I just need the R.P.M.s.
WOW!

Under the hood you can hear the sound
Of a restless heart that can’t slow down.
So much horsepower in my hands,
Baby, try and catch me if you can. No rear-view mirror and the brakes are shot.
When life gets tough, we kick it up a notch.

Turning the ignition, revving my engine,
Tearing up the highway of my life.
Grinding up my gearbox, skipping all the pit stops,
Blazing right by red traffic lights.

See, some folks like the slow lane…
Me? I just need the R.P.M.s.
The R.P.M.s.
I just need the R.P.M.s.
YEAH!

In this crazy race of mine
There’s no such thing as a finish line…

Turning the…
Turning the ignition, revving my engine,
Tearing up the highway of my life.
Grinding up my gearbox, skipping all the pit stops,
Blazing right by red traffic lights.

See, some folks like the slow lane…
Me? I just need the R.P.M.s.
The R.P.M.s.
I just need the R.P.M.s.

Uhhh, I just need the R.P.M.s.
The R.P.M.s.
I just need the R.P.M.s.