"Electric Music" lyrics
"Electric Music"
Listen to the motor
Getting louder as we go
One way or another
Gonna make it back home
Mountains to the water
Chewing up the scenery
Fog, it only hovers
Or it blinds us on beams
This it what it does
Traveling the open road
Get here on the double
We'll make it right away
Yeah this is what it loves
Traveling the open road
Now she's talking dirty
I'll get there in a hurry and see
You don't have to worry
A secret little birdie told me
Keeping things in motion
Baby keep on running from me
The static on the radio
I'm picking up speed
Hear me out mama
I don't mean for you to weep
Back to you tomorrow
Now don't you lose sleep
Yeah this is what it loves
Traveling the open road
Hey it's 9:30
My vision's getting blurry to me
I'll get there in a hurry
But the police are following me
But keep it in perspective
And maybe come and visit for free
And I hear it on the interstate in Nashville, Tennessee
Hey yeah, hey yeah
Hey yeah, ooh
Keeping things in motion
Baby keep on running from me
The static on the radio
I'm picking up speed
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, oh oh
Writer(s): Benjamin Bridwell, William Reynolds
- AZLyrics
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- Band Of Horses Lyrics
album:
"Mirage Rock" (2012)
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