Cruisin'

morning dew on the window
windsheild wiper clears the view
and as the heat kicks in
I remember
what I thought of you

Got the paper with the numbers
but I can't decide if I'll call
I might drive by your place
just for the hell of it
or I might not do a damn thing at all

I need to slow down the pace
at which life is moving
I'm going way too fast
boy you're really cruisin'
if I can't take the time
soon it will be far too late to realize
what's gone
and where it went

slow down the pace
at which my life is moving
I'm going too fast boy I'm really cruisin'
I'm afraid of what's left behind
and that my mind won't have the time
to comprehend