Motorlove

Yeah, when the sun’s outta sight
And your eyes begin to burn
And you can’t see the freeway or a lefthand turn
Then you hit the ground running
And you run into trouble
And you feel like (the e-string on an album (ed.)) of jah wobble…
I pick my nose at the red light, and at green; well you know.
Motorlove
I ended up drunk in som bar
Motorlove
And took a cab right back to my car
If you can’t catch the plane
And you can’t get a bus
Don’t worry you can ride with us.
When the sun’s outta sight
And your eyes begin to burn
And you can’t see the freeway or a lefthand turn
Pick my nose at the red light, and at green; well you know.
Motorlove
Ended up drunk in some bar
Motorlove
And took a cab right back to my car
Motorlove
Let’s roll the rock away
Motorlove
Where there’s a will there’s a highway…