Near my destination my mind swerves
The object of my passion’s hard to catch
In a fast car bending roads to curves
Do we ever overcome our love?
Do we think the next one is our match?
Near my destination my mind swerves
I am thinking of the words I heard
When the door was left upon the latch
Shall my car grind roads into deep curves?
With the passion my heart leaps and heaves
The Sacred Heart was mentioned , a faux pas
Near my start and end ,my mind will swerve
The tarmac heats as if it wants to leave
The rubber on the tyres screams at last
In a fast car bending roads to curves
We mix up the future and the past
The future is not written nor surpassed
Near my destination my mind swerves
In its fast car bending roads to curves
How my heart sings 