Ninety Miles an Hour (Down a Dead End Street)

(Don Robertson - Hal Blair)



I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun

A few stolen kisses and no harm was done

Stead of stoppin' when we could we went right on

Till suddenly we found the brakes were gone.



--- Instrumental ---



You belong to someone else and I do too

It's just crazy bein' here with you

As a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat

Doin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.



I didn't want to want you now I have no choice

It's too late to listen to the warning voice

All I hear is thunder as our two hearts beat

Doin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.



You're not free to belong to me

And you know I can never be your own

Your lips on mine are like sweet, sweet wine

But we're heading for a wall of stone.



Warnin' signs are flashin' by us but we pay no heed

Stead of slowin' down the pace we keep picking up the speed

Disaster's getting closer every time we meet

Doin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.



You're not free to belong to me

And you know I can never be your own

Your lips on mine are like sweet, sweet wine

But we're heading for a wall of stone...