Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

Lawyer talks, he's so correct, he is respect He learned how to make you feel safe And kill you with a smile And the food so fast, the hair so clean The moon so far, fire so weak All those words flying in the air Cannot see the stars Images, colors, like

Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining It feels like it was meant to be yea No, I don’t think it’s coincidence Running into you here like this Sparks flying, see you smiling Girl we got some good timing Baby ain’t it crazy? We got... good

Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining It feels like it was meant to be yea No, I don’t think it’s coincidence Running into you here like this Sparks flying, see you smiling Girl we got some good timing Baby ain’t it crazy? We got... good

Any old day you say, Ain't gonna fade away Early in the morning About the break of day The earlybird is working So his life don't fade away Spends his life denying that He's got no time for flying In the breeze

Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining It feels like it was meant to be yea No, I don’t think it’s coincidence Running into you here like this Sparks flying, see you smiling Girl we got some good timing Baby ain’t it crazy? We got... good

Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining It feels like it was meant to be yea No, I don’t think it’s coincidence Running into you here like this Sparks flying, see you smiling Girl we got some good timing Baby ain’t it crazy? We got... good

Mr Johnson must get out Mr Johnson must be free Mr Johnson must get wild Before the night He runs to get out He rushes to get out He'd better watch out, not gonna burn Up finding his way, flying away

He's flying High flying He could've tuned in tuned in But he tuned out A bad time nothing could save him Alone in a corridor waiting locked out He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles He made it to the ocean had a smoke in a tree