running in the fast lane

Don Williams

Running in the fast lane, movinââ?¬â?¢ on through
Doinââ?¬â?¢ the best that I can, just to get home to you
Iââ?¬â?¢ve got my radar lookinââ?¬â?¢ for trouble ahead
Running in the fast lane, looking for my bed

Life out on this highway gets me weary to the bone
I feel like some ole cowboy, who was born to be alone
You told me just last evening youââ?¬â?¢re so tired of telephones
You need someone to hold you, so I best just bring it home

Running in the fast lane, movinââ?¬â?¢ on through
Doinââ?¬â?¢ the best that I can, just to get home to you
Iââ?¬â?¢ve got my radar lookinââ?¬â?¢ for trouble ahead
Running in the fast lane, looking for my bed

Itââ?¬â?¢s never I donââ?¬â?¢t miss you, when itââ?¬â?¢s good or when itââ?¬â?¢s bad
I love what weââ?¬â?¢ve got going, and all the things weââ?¬â?¢ve had
But youââ?¬â?¢ve got to make a living, keeping up and keeping on
Sometimes itââ?¬â?¢s just a living, when youââ?¬â?¢ve been gone too long

Running in the fast lane, movinââ?¬â?¢ on through
Doinââ?¬â?¢ the best that I can, just to get home to you
Iââ?¬â?¢ve got my radar lookinââ?¬â?¢ for trouble ahead
Running in the fast lane, looking for my bed