Reckless
Four hundred horses in a straight white line,
Hood vents pointed where that lightning strikes.
Turned my last paycheck into gasoline,
Last rearview look from a bucket seat.
You knew I'd be here, I can tell you've been crying,
But you ain't here girl, to tell me goodbye.
Ain't nothing but freedom in the windshield baby
believe me I was born to find it.
I'll unlock this door but better get it through your head
before you leave this place behind ya.
I'm wreckless, baby ain't you heard?
A smalltown rebel in a souped up Firebird.
Once you slide on under that shoulder strap
We'll leave two black marks on this one-way track
Ain't no white horse ride
It's a shot in the dark
I gotta know your number before you mess with my heart
Ain't nothing but freedom in the windshield baby
believe me I was born to find it.
I'll unlock this door but better get it through your head
before you leave this place behind ya.
I'm wreckless, baby ain't you heard?
A smalltown rebel in a souped up Firebird.
Ain't nothing but freedom in the windshield baby
believe me I was born to find it.
I'll unlock this door but better get it through your head
before you leave this place behind ya.
I'm wreckless, baby ain't you heard?
A smalltown rebel in a souped up Firebird.
Wreckless, baby ain't you heard?
I was born for leaving.
Hood vents pointed where that lightning strikes.
Turned my last paycheck into gasoline,
Last rearview look from a bucket seat.
You knew I'd be here, I can tell you've been crying,
But you ain't here girl, to tell me goodbye.
Ain't nothing but freedom in the windshield baby
believe me I was born to find it.
I'll unlock this door but better get it through your head
before you leave this place behind ya.
I'm wreckless, baby ain't you heard?
A smalltown rebel in a souped up Firebird.
Once you slide on under that shoulder strap
We'll leave two black marks on this one-way track
Ain't no white horse ride
It's a shot in the dark
I gotta know your number before you mess with my heart
Ain't nothing but freedom in the windshield baby
believe me I was born to find it.
I'll unlock this door but better get it through your head
before you leave this place behind ya.
I'm wreckless, baby ain't you heard?
A smalltown rebel in a souped up Firebird.
Ain't nothing but freedom in the windshield baby
believe me I was born to find it.
I'll unlock this door but better get it through your head
before you leave this place behind ya.
I'm wreckless, baby ain't you heard?
A smalltown rebel in a souped up Firebird.
Wreckless, baby ain't you heard?
I was born for leaving.
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Writer(s): Michael William Dulaney, Brandon Lay
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