Pete McDonald: Music

Speeding bullet on a highway horizon
Red and white lights stretch in front and behind him tonight
He's dreaming tonight
Visions of the past in his mind

Traveling home to those rolling hills
where the farm used to be, where we learned free will and family.
Trying to work for a common goal.
Throwing in your heart and your soul.

Speeding bullet on a highway horizon
Red and white lights stretch in front and behind him tonight
He's running tonight
Visions of the past in his mind

Now he's there, bare feet on the ground,
looking over the fields and the glow on the forest in the sunlight
that's fading in the west.
With that land, he'd done his best.

And he knew that he didn't need to go nowhere
and that what he had was good clean air and loved ones
that needed his time
and a little piece of his mind.

Speeding bullet on a highway horizon
Red and white lights stretch in front and behind him tonight
He's running tonight
Visions of the past in his mind

But the Rome of the 21st century
swallowed up that farm and history like a freight train
running out of control
without a heart or a soul.

Speeding bullets on a highway horizon
Red and white lights stretch in front and behind them tonight
They're running tonight
Visions of the past, out of mind.