Rolling

Well, I gotta get home
Course my wife don't know
That we stayed out drinking again
But it ain't my fault if I didn't have a dime

Some cat I don't really know
On the radio
Hoping some day he'll be dead
But tonight you and I roll the windows down and feel alive

There's a double white line ahead of me
And it's winding behind me to four
I should have told Jack I ate those sugar lumps
That Vanessa scored
But all I got planned is twenty-eight grand
More days from here to the gates
I know it's a sin
The state that I'm in
But how many times in my life
Will I get this chance before it's too late?

Hey, I'm feeling kinda bubbly
Feelin' alright as I barrel down the road
And Jackie's shoving something stupid
Way up his nose

Well, I'll climb it up to fifty
Pushing sixty-five
Feels like its my wheels that roll!
And the needle on a gauge I don't really recognize rose