She can hear her tries squeal
This was part of the deal
Adrenaline kicking
Her time was ticking
Speeding up instead of slowing down
Losing focus in this ghost town
She could see the lights
Flashing reds, blues, and whites
She can feel the heat of fear
The regrets of tonight are severe
And what she said next was absurd
"Next time, I hope I'm a bird"
As the road blurred to ocean
Everything went in slow motion
