I'm tired of spinning my wheels
I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal
I need to get there pretty quick
Hey, mister, what you got out on that lot 
You can sell me in a pinch
Maybe one of them souped-up muscle cars
The kind that makes you think you're stronger than you are
Color don't matter, no, I don't need leather seats
All that really concerns me is

Speed
How fast will it go
Can it get me over her quickly, zero to sixty
Can it [bad word] her memory
Yeah, what I really need is an open road 
And a whole lot of speed

I'd like to trade in this old [bad word] Cuz it makes me think of her and then just slows me up
See, it's the first place we made love
Where we used to sit and talk on the tailgate all night long
But now she's gone
And I need to move on
So give me

Speed
How fast will it go
Can it get me over her quickly, zero to sixty
Can it [bad word] her memory
Yeah, what I really need is an open road
And a whole lot of speed

Throw me them keys so I can put some miles between us
Tear off that rearview mirror, there's nothing left to see
Let me lean on that gas cuz she catches up fast
So give me

Speed
How fast will it go
Can it get me over her quickly, zero to sixty
Can it [bad word] her memory
Yeah, what I really need is an open road
And a whole lot of speed
That's what I need

I'm tired of spinning my wheels
I'm tired of spinning my wheels