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He just can't get
enough, next week will be the same,
He always gets a late night call, but he never says
a name.
So she lies awake at midnight, like she does most
every week,
Her son is heading out again, tears are rolling down
her cheek.
She knows just where he's going, but she lies there
very still.
She's asked him to stay home before, but she knows
he never will.
She hears his car keys rattle, as he heads out
through the door,
She softly says, "I love you son", and
then she cries a little more.
She never spoke about
his dad, and wonders if she should.
He used to be a racer too, they all said that he was
good.
One night he had a challenge, from this kid from out
of town,
Supercharged with nitrous, he just couldn't turn it
down.
So they went up to old Firehouse, and they lined up
in the street.
Engines revved and they all knew, this was a race of
the elite.
As the flagman dropped his hands, tires spun, they
left the line,
Down the road they were neck and neck, you could
hear the blowers whine.
But somewhere in the
distance, before the lights could disappear,
They heard a crash and saw the flames: street
racing's biggest fear.
When the doorbell rang at 3 a.m., life would change
forever more,
For a pregnant woman home alone, as she opened up
the door.
He said, "I'm sorry ma'am...", and she
knew that he was gone.
She rushed out through the doorway, and fell crying
on the lawn.
It's been so many years, since she's ever felt so
sad,
And now her son, at seventeen, is street racing like
his Dad.
She just can't pray
enough, that his life won't be the same.
She fears she'll get a late night call, from a cop
without a name.
So she’s lied awake since midnight, like she does
most every week,
Her son is out real late again, tears are rolling
down her cheek.
She knows just where he's been, and she lies there
very still.
She worries he won't make it home, but now she knows
tonight he will.
She hears his car keys rattle, as he walks in
through the door,
She softly says, "I love you son"...and
then she cries a little more.
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