Aryn Michelle

One hand on the wheel, got faith in the steel, I turn the radio high
I know you'll pick me up in that beat up old truck, I love the passenger side
Mile after mile under telephone lines
speed ain't the thrill on this joy ride

Life in the slow lane, taking the long way
I lost count of bad days, in no hurry home
if soon I'm not homebound, don't send the bloodhounds
I don't want to be found, I'll go when I go
I'm taking it slow

We'll pass little towns where folks hang around, all they need is a porch and a swing
Forget the city life where car horns and stoplights put an end to the peace
My feet on the dash, your hand in the wind
thinking 'bout the places we've been

Life in the slow lane, taking the long way
I lost count of bad days, in no hurry home
if soon I'm not homebound, don't send the bloodhounds
I don't want to be found, I'll go when I go
I'm taking it slow

We got to a place you won't find on a map
roll down the windows and never look back
we got no regrets because we live our

Life in the slow lane, taking the long way
I lost count of bad days, in no hurry home
if soon I'm not homebound, don't send the bloodhounds
I don't want to be found, I'll go when I go
I'm taking it slow