Cursing the wheels of this old ford
Everything's shaking, but I'm begging the engine for more
This old wrecks in the red from the way that she said baby hurry home
Your waiting, I'm anticipating
Your lips, your kiss, your skin, your touch, my love
I can't get there fast enough
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
I see the candles burning down
I feel your heart beating now
Your waiting, I'm anticipating
Your lips, your kiss, your skin, your touch, my love
I can't get there fast enough
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
My windshield is covered up
With 2,000 miles of bugs and dust
But at the end of the road baby I know your right there waiting
Your waiting, I'm anticipating
Your lips, your kiss, your skin, your touch, my love
I can't get there fast enough
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah