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