Milmea Cass I've got my wheels on you, so narrow and weak why don't you tell me the truth, if you can. Kick out my spokes and send me sprawled on the schoolyard. I'm not too broke I'm just relaxed cause I work hard. Well you know I can't imagine things from her side of the sidewalk. If I just ride right through that, what is a neighborhood? I take my time so I can drive better. I close my eyes and verify to the letter. Well you know, you know I try. I try to get around, but from 95, what is a neighborhood, what is a neighborhood. 95 is nothing without you, you know this ride is nothing without you along. Milmea Cass I've got my wheels on you, every day, but I'm just riding away. Towards a house where I can sleep and I can smoke in the bedroom, like a housemate should in my neighborhood. I've got a ride that says I can take this out of state, but what does it mean if I don't go your way. Press a prayer on a penny down by the rest stop. I've got so many and you keep me from spending them all. You know I try to save a few like I should, from 95, this is your neighborhood. This is your neighborhood. 95 is nothing without you, you know this ride is nothing without you along. Drive, drive, drive, drive 95. Drive, drive, drive 95. Drive, drive, drive 95