There oughta be a faster way 

To fill up a malibu, I swear 

Thank God today you can pay here at the pump 

Oh, one little thing to make up time 

To get me back out there 

Headin down the road like a bullet from a gun 



I bet she's in that flannel robe 

Curled up by the file 

Reading Bridget Jones for the fifteenth time 

Everyminute i'm not there 

Is another i'll need forgiveness for 

There's still 300 miles to care about 



Everything is in slow motion 

No matter what I do 

It's like running under water 

Trying to get back, trying to get back to you 



I wonder how it'll go down 

when I pull up in the drive 

Will she throw her arms around me 

Or throw me out? 

I can beg and plead my case 

And say I need her in my life 

But I can't do a thing from where I am right now 



Everything is in slow motion 

No matter what I do 

It's like running under water 

Trying to get back, trying to get back to you 



Mile after mile 

Wheels turn so slow 

Will I ever get back home? 



Everything is in slow motion 

No matter what I do 

It's like running under water 

Trying to get back, trying to get back to you 



Everything is in slow motion 

No matter what I do 

It's like running under water 

Trying to get back, trying to get back to you 



No matter what I do 

It's like running under water 

Trying to get back 

Trying to get back to you 



Wheels turn so slow 



Trying to get back 

Trying to get back to you