Here you are again
I've just driven 30 miles
and don't know where I've been
I got both hands on the wheel
I wish that I could go back in
time in this worn out Oldsmobile
She was here with me
her blond hair blowing in the breeze
with a touch that was hotter
than a July blacktop road
I've just driven 30 miles
and don't know where I've been
I got both hands on the wheel
I wish that I could go back in
time in this worn out Oldsmobile
She was here with me
her blond hair blowing in the breeze
with a touch that was hotter
than a July blacktop road