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Glue - Jump in Lilly
(from the album Seconds away)
© copyright 2003

When you're balling out of control on the highway of life to…free your mind.
If you're down for the road trip and you're ready to drive just too…free your mind
If you're ready to kill it in my pimped out Honda civic just too…free your mind
Roll the windows down, feel the breeze everything will be fine as we…free your mind.

They never seem notice how focused that I can be,
Taking people for granted slanted views find you carefully,
Chilling in car sparing with your blown speakers,
You roll down the window taking in the sun's finest features,
Burning blindness into eyes man I'm still dreaming,
The a.m. radio is the chatterbox that keeps me from dreaming,
Lift the handle, it won't open, broken locks are the worst,
Turn the key, it won't start, used cars are always cursed,
With bad luck paint jobs and to good to be true warranties,
Fading bumper stickers, but it's a bargain for your money,
The seats are comfortable in my home away from everything,
With a full tank of gas there's no room for bargaining,
There's no more left to say, I'm flying through the windshield,
Could my seatbelt have saved me or did god have a recall?
On my type of speed reading, card saving, ring bearing, straight edge,
Bible thumping, love craving,
Drivers reviving that sacred commitment to the road,
I'm never straying over white lines in any zip code,
I'm diagnosed with dedication, overheating my location,
With an attitude for cops right next to my registration,
There's a storm up ahead so lets begin the race,
Pulling the lightning away from the clouds chase,
At this pace will never get there, the morning is coming soon,
So I'll pass on the right, there's plenty of room.

I'm falling asleep; someone needs to grab the wheel,
But my car is emptier than my stomach from lack of meals,
Sitting behind this dashed board with cramped legs,
My choice was either waste away in corporate hell or give up my bed,
For my new home beautifully furnished with air conditioning,
40 miles to gallon and easy to use everything,
What else could someone want?
It's the home that follows moods, sliding in and out of valleys,
Creeping through your altitudes,
Hitchhikers are welcome; the backseat has a vacancy,
But I just need to find somebody as crazy me,
Navigating the mission, conditioned to fly,
Making love with your eyes to all the passengers driving by,
Wishing they could be as fast as you with instincts for freeways,
Leading the metal cattle past the speed traps and road rage,
The floating music box that's a foot above the ground,
Gliding over small towns never turning it down,
Changing from verb to noun at the trips completion,
How long have I been away? It's like the never ending weekend,
Cleaning at a rest stop and buying new air fresheners,
With notebooks in the glove box to document adventures,
For my kids to read when they are old enough and I'm past my prime,
Trading in my atlas for bills and grocery lines,
Until then there's no going back. My age is not a bother,
Besides you're old only as old as your current speedometer.
When you're balling out of control on the highway of life to…free your mind.
If you're down for the road trip and you're ready to drive just too…free your mind
If you're ready to kill it in my pimped out Honda civic just too…free your mind
Roll the windows down, feel the breeze everything will be fine as we…free your mind.