Laughing a little bit more with every mile. But what a feeling chasing the sun, Living my life like it's shot from a gun, Oh what a freedom racing the wind, Dying to know what's around the next bend, And smiling as I watch the years roll by. I'm learning

Like dying in the sun Will you hold on to me Do you remember The things we used to say? I feel so nervous When I think of yesterday How could I let things Get to me so bad? How did I let things get to me?