love rush
I’m racing against time
And I ain’t even late.
My tires are running on bald
But I’m still going straight.
Straight for your arms, for your heart.
Straight for front row center of every one of your parts.
I slam on the brakes; the tires hold.
I race into the theater before I grow old.
My blood is pounding; it’s all so thrilling
In time to hear them say, “Elvis has left the building.”
I’m back in my car, the passion express.
Ain’t touching my brakes till I reach your address.
We said we'd meet; we said we couldn’t wait.
Life’s curves can’t stop me, honey, I’m going straight.
Straight for your arms, straight for your heart.
Straight for front row center of every one of your parts.
The room is small; it's crowded and dank.
You’re standing near a trap door on a slippery plank.
My wisdom tooth can’t think; there was too much drilling.
The announcer yells, “A word to the wise, Elvis has Left the building.”
The engine comes alive on the resurrection express.
I know where you are; I don’t need to guess.
I want to fish, honey, not just cut bait.
The water is getting deeper but I keep going straight.
Straight for your arms, straight for your heart.
Straight for front row center of every one of your parts.
It’s a theater in the round; there’s no place to hide.
You can't steal home, even if you slide.
I’m in the front row; my chance to make a killing.
When I hear, “Because of a threat tonight, Elvis has left the building.”
I smell the burning rubber of the last chance express.
I’m heading for your last show out in the wilderness.
I’m down to my rims; got a date with fate.
The Grand Canyon is deep, but I keep going straight.
Straight for your arms, straight for your heart.
Straight for front row center of every one of your parts..
Straight for your arms for your heart.
For front row center of every one of your parts.