Speed

I came in going at a hundred miles an hour
Just a kid outta Conroe looking for something a little bit louder
Learning it gets blurry, in a hurry on the edge
I spent damn near 15 years out on the highway pushing red

Hammer down, never sticking around, head harder than a tree
Foot on the gas, never looking back and always ready to leave
I remember shaking my head when my old man told me
"Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed"

She came in slow and easy, falling like a feather
Her blue eyes felt like an old handwritten letter
I learned the hard way she was right about taking her time
So, I just pretend that wherever she is, it's at the end of the line

Hammer down, never sticking around, head harder than a tree
Foot on the gas, never looking back and always ready to leave
I remember shaking my head when that girl was telling me
"Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed"

Hammer down, never sticking around, head harder than a tree
Foot on the gas, never looking back and always ready to leave
I remember shaking my head when my old man told me
"Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed"

"Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed"