The key is to be drunk.

I hear the V8s echoing tonight

But she hears only whispers of some, quiet commuter traffic

She’s coming in 12:30 flight

The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation

I stopped an old man along the way

Hoping to find some old forgotten

tuning or power adding tricks

He turned to me as if to say “Hurry boy, It’s waiting there for you”

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you.

There’s nothing that a thousand horsepower could ever do

I bless the rains down in COTA

Gonna take some time to do the things we never have

The ricer civics cry scream out in the nigh

As they grow restless longing for some street racing company

I know I must do what’s right

As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Rainier, above the PNW

I seek to cure what’s deep inside,

frightened of this engine idle problem

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you.

There’s nothing that a thousand horsepower could ever do

I bless the rains down in COTA

Gonna take some time to do the things we never have

Hurry boy, it’s waiting there for you.

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you.

There’s nothing that hundred horsepower could ever do

I bless the rains down in COTA

Gonna take some time to do the things we never have

I bless the rains down in COTA

I bless the rains down in COTA

I bless the rains down in COTA

I bless the rains down in COTA

I bless the rains down in COTA

Gonna take some time to do the things we never have.