One-hundred miles on the freeway
Party night young and innocent
Years ahead of time
Cruising down the freeway
Happy and having fun
Intact is the death sentence
Drunk is the price to pay
Leaving the party,
One-hundred miles on ninety-five
A little boy on a bicycle
Little boy crossing the street
The car Aim, the boy fell,
a pool of blood, No more air to breath
staring at the floor
Wish I could wake up, Wishing a dream
Wasn't thinking clearly
Intact is the death sentence, price to pay
Future disappearing, sorry is what I have
One glass on a foolish night
My world was changed forever!