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 Every minute 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