There oughta be a faster way
To fill up a malibu, I swear
Thank God today you can pay here at the pump

Oh, one little thing to make up time
To get me back out there
Headin down the road like a bullet from a gun


I bet she's in that flannel robe
Curled up by the file

Reading Bridget Jones for the fifteenth time
Everyminute i'm not there
Is another i'll need forgiveness for

There's still 300 miles to care about

Everything is in slow motion

No matter what I do
It's like running under water
Trying to get back, trying to get back to you


I wonder how it'll go down
when I pull up in the drive

Will she throw her arms around me
Or throw me out?
I can beg and plead my case

And say I need her in my life
But I can't do a thing from where I am right now


Everything is in slow motion
No matter what I do
It's like running under water

Trying to get back, trying to get back to you

Mile after mile

Wheels turn so slow
Will I ever get back home?


Everything is in slow motion
No matter what I do
It's like running under water

Trying to get back, trying to get back to you

Everything is in slow motion

No matter what I do
It's like running under water
Trying to get back, trying to get back to you


No matter what I do
It's like running under water

Trying to get back
Trying to get back to you


Wheels turn so slow

Trying to get back

Trying to get back to you