I am a one way motorway, the one that drives away

Open windows to feel you're flying on the "lost highway", wind in your face to feel as if you're "back in the athmosphere with drops of jupiter in your hair", your blood burning up inside as if "your sex is on fire", full speed ahead as if "our time is running out", laughing as if "you're on to something or you must be dreaming"..

"...it's times like these you learn to live again,
it's times like these you give and give again,
it's times like these you learn to love again,
it's times like these time and time again"