Lonnie told me they're called driving gloves
For gripping the wheel, not keeping you warm
Got no fingers on the driving gloves, above the knuckles
20, 20, 25, 25, 35 miles per hour
See the sunset flitter off
I don't have this sort of time keeping
I'm barely hanging on
I'm barely hanging on
But I'm hanging, hanging on
45, 45, 55, 55, 360 miles per hour
We both hear the sirens screaming out
But we're not, we're not the only ones
But we're not, we're not the only ones
But we're not, we're not the only ones
But we're not, we're not the only ones
