Ninety Miles An Hour
Bob Dylan · Original Album Classics [2010]
A few stolen kisses and no harm was done
Instead of stopping when we could we went right on
Till suddenly we found that the brakes were gone.
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
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.
I didn't want to want you, but now I have no choice
It's too late to listen to that warning voice
All I hear is thunder of two hearts beat
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.
You're not free to belong to me
And you know I could never be your own
Your lips on mine are like a sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a wall of stone.
Warning signs are flashing ev'ry where, but we pay no heed
'Stead of slowing down the place, we keep a pickin' up speed
Disaster's getting closer ev'ry time we meet
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Yeah, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Well, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.
Ninety Miles An Hour
Bob Dylan's "Ninety Miles An Hour" stands as a quintessential example of his mid-career folk-rock mastery, capturing the restless energy of the 1960s. Recorded during the sessions that produced "Original Album Classics," the track showcases Dylan's signature ability to weave narrative storytelling with driving instrumentation. The song reflects the era's cultural turbulence, utilizing a rhythmic structure that propels the listener forward, mirroring the title's implied velocity. As part of his broader discography, this recording demonstrates his evolution from acoustic folk to a more complex, electric sound that would define his later work. The composition remains a staple of his catalog, illustrating his enduring influence on American roots music and his skill in crafting anthems that resonate with themes of urgency and human experience.