I'm tired of spinnin' my wheels I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal And I need to get there pretty quick Hey mister whatcha 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 Chorus: Speed How fast will it go Can it get me Over her quickly Zero to sixty Can it out run her memory Yeah, what I really need Is an open road and a whole lotta Speed I'd like to trade in this old truck Cause it makes me think of her And that 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 (Give me) Chorus Throw me them keys so I can put some miles between us Tear off that rearview mirror there ain't nothin' left to see her Let me lean on that gas, she catches up fast (Yeah) Chorus