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A navy blue '87 Plymouth Sundance
sits outside awaiting me to drive it.
I get in it and I'm ready to go once my seatbelt's on.
I start up the engine and it comes to life.
It's making noise, ready to move, and letting me know
it's time to move on.
So, it's off to work or college or wherever,
but I'm in a hurry as always.
It's time to take my foot and press down on that gas peddle.
It's time to speed things up.
It's time to make things and people and life
one great big blur.
It's time for me to feel the cold crisp spring air
hit me with that open window with the sunlight
in my brilliant blue eyes and blonde hair swaying.
It's time for me to sing to the radio as the birds
sing to me every day.
It's time for me to be free like the wind
below the birds and heaven's,
but it won't last if I don't stop speeding.