Young, American mechanic
Turns his back on blood and spreads open his chest
There's no point in being high and mighty
Broken down on the side of the highway
You followed your path and it lead you here
Now, you do your work in a neighbor's driveway
Picture's still hanging from her rearview mirror
Distracted by a past so far behind
You've got the power
To drive around here a hundred miles an hour
And I'm not impressed anymore
Or any less
And that feels good
Mark that down
That feels good, right there, like that
Let's mark that down
Usually, we'd have to go down to Georgia
It's unexpected, though, so we take care of it up here
You know that I would go anywhere for you
If I got the news no one wants to hear
It breaks me up thinking back to last Wednesday
It breaks me up thinking that's how it goes
Will this be the last time it happens?
Close your eyes, no one knows
What I meant to happen on your birthday
Offering shelter from the attack
I believe once you go to the doctor's
There is no going back
You've got the power
To drive around here a hundred miles an hour
And I'm not impressed anymore
Or any less
And that feels good
Mark that down
That feels good, right there, like that
Let's mark that down
And that feels good
Mark that down
That feels good, right there, like that
Let's mark that down
That feels good
Let's mark that down
That feels good, right there, like that
Let's mark that down
Same old story, so distracted
And I drove right past the exit
Circled back to learn a lesson
And I still got a couple questions
In my heart, there's a hole
And I fill it up with smoke
I got no control
Just get old
And I watch it take it's toll