Speedway Revisited Paroles

Driving home
Driving home
Driving home in the pouring rain at the speed of a runaway train
Should I fail to reach my destination then I'm the one to blame
Got a bag it's a leather suitcase but it don't belong to me
Belong to me
Belong to me
Belong to me
Belong to me

Getting on to my destination and the night has turned to dawn
Another mile or two before the glory of a pole to win some more
Just ahead I can see a figure of some lights that turn to blue
Turn to blue
Turn to blue
Turn to blue
Turn to blue

On the road with a thousand voices of the devil coaxing me
I grit my teeth and tighten on the glory of the vision that I see
And all I can do is to try...
I've got the money to fly...
I wanna take you with me...
And all it takes is some...
Takes is some
Takes is some
Confidence

And all I can do is to try...
I've got the money to fly...
I wanna take you with me....
And all it takes is some...
Takes is some
Takes is some
Confidence

Confidence...
And all I can do is...