Young American mechanic Turns his back on blood and spreads open his chest There's no point in being high and mighty Broken down on the side of the highway You followed your path and it led you here Now you do your work in a neighbor's driveway Pictures still hanging from her rear-view mirror Distracted by a past so far behind You've got the power To drive around here A hundred miles an hour And I am not impressed Any more Or any less And that feels good Mark that down That feels good right there like that Let's mark that down Usually we'd have to go down to Georgia It's unexpected though so we take care of it up here You know that I would go anywhere for you If I got the news no one wants to hear It breaks me up thinking back to last Wednesday It breaks me up thinking that's how it goes Will this be the last time it happens Close your eyes No one knows What a thing to happen on your birthday Offering shelter from the attack I believe once you go to the doctor's There is no going back You've got the power To drive around here A hundred miles an hour And I am not impressed Any more Or any less And that feels good Mark that down That feels good right there like that Let's mark that down And that feels good Mark that down That feels good right there like that Let's mark that down That feels good Let's mark that down That feels good right there like that Let's mark that down Same old story, so distracted That I drove right past the exit Circled back to learn a lesson And I still got a couple questions In my heart There's a hole And I fill it up with smoke I got no control Just get old And I watch it take its toll