(Verse 1)
Sebring-silver Chevy Camaro gleams under a bruised sky,
I-40 eastbound, mile marker 112, headlights cuttin' by.
Odometer clicks 88,112 and the engine’s growl's my hymn,
License plate reads OUTRUN, wind picks at the brim.
There’s a Polaroid in the glovebox with her laugh caught in the frame,
A folded ticket stub, a lipstick stain, and a scent I still can name.
Tom-tom on the radio, old country on the AM dial,
I shift, I swear, I leave — one more mile, one more mile.
(Chorus)
Silver Chevy, take me fast — leave the past in your tail-light glow,
Every mile I burn away the names I used to know.
Silver Chevy, don’t look back — just keep that pedal down low,
Drive me until the dark runs out and the horizon learns my road.
(Verse 2)
Two-lane blacktop, speed limit seventy-five, I push to match the sun,
The motel neon’s shrinking, towns fold up like maps I outrun.
Glovebox keeps her letter folded, perfume on the corner seam,
I thumb the crease, I toss the keys, and let the dashboard dream.
A highway diner’s coffee cup, a waitress says my name too plain,
I flash the plate — OUTRUN — and leave the memory in the rain.
The stereo’s got something raw, a chorus that won’t let me sleep,
So I roll the windows down and promise not to keep.
(Pre-Chorus)
Mirrors catching midnight like a secret I can’t say,
Speeding past the places that taught me how to fray.
(Chorus — Variation A)
Silver Chevy, take me fast — tail-light ghosts are burning slow,
Miles strip out the letters and the things I used to know.
Silver Chevy, hold me firm — I’ll let the engine take the blame,
For every name I used to call, for every house with my name.
(Bridge)
At mile marker 200 the sunrise folds gold across my hood,
I park the past like an old guitar — tuned, but never understood.
I don’t bury ghosts beneath the tarmac or outrun every ache,
I learn to drive with them beside me, give less to what they take.
I pull the rearview down and set it on the passenger seat,
Turn the radio up soft, let the morning make me meet
The man inside the mirror — he’s bruised but he can breathe,
Sunrise on the hood, a clean cut in the grief.
(Chorus — Final)
Silver Chevy, take me fast — leave the past in your tail-light glow,
Every mile I burn away the names I used to know.
Silver Chevy, drive me on — let the harmony swell and grow,
We’ll sing the road into a song and let the bright horizon show.
(Outro)
Sebring-silver sliding through a waking, open sky,
OUTRUN on the license, a Polaroid tucked by and by.
I’m not empty, I’m not free, but the highway holds a way to be —
Sebring-silver Chevy Camaro, keep on driving me.
