The sun was chasing us we were running for beginning a night with adrenaline.
A bouncing road in time with a heart attack,
I put a hand on your shoulder and one on your back when you turned
and you started to say goodbye highway.
We watched the pieces of mile make a difference
and looked in mirrors behind at our distance.
Our exit crept up sly like a heart attack.
You're bouncing off my eyes don't look straight back,
don't look straight back, look away.
Goodbye highway.