Nothing up ahead but freeway Nothing behind but misery Nothing between us now But a million miles. I don't know where I'm going I don't care where I've been Don't know how long I've been driving But it's been a while. So fill her up, baby I say fill her up, baby Come on, fill her up, baby Cause I'm running on fumes. Temperature engager rising The fuel cask is going down All I can hear Is the highway sound. The pedal to the metal The speed running off the dust The tachoe's broke but I know The motor runs I got more time than money I got more money than sense Got more sense Than I got fuel My head begin to ache My body begin to shake Got to pull over And let the motor "whooo" SOLI Just pulled out of somewhere Rapidly headed nowhere Try to keep the shiny side Up for a while Nothing up ahead but freeway Nothing behind but misery Nothing between us now But a million miles. + SOLI