Your highway

I ask why and you say so.
It’s your way or the highway.
But your highway’s jacked
cause the traffic’s stacked
and no one gets anywhere fast.
Well I’ve got a fast car
with a full tank of gas
and I know the side roads.
I’m branching out on my own.
Top down, kissing the wind,
I’m going somewhere fast.
All the pain is disappearing
in my rearview mirror.
The stereo is singing to me
and I’m singing along,
watching the stars
as they speed past.
I’m gonna get there,
but I’m not in a hurry.
Sometimes I drive slow.
When I stop, it’s where I want.
And I just might smoke
or dance around and joke
just to hear myself laugh.
A sound I never heard
on your highway.
I’ve got a fast car
with a full tank of gas
and I know the side roads.
I never need to drive
your highway again.