The Wreckage in Vanessa Carlton

Speeding into the horizon
Dreaming of the sirens
Wishing for broken glass on a highway
It could be so easy

The rhythm, rhythm of an engine
Always makes me empty
See the headlights coming at me
Can't help but wonder

Flying, flying in slow motion
The wind through my hair
And ripping through the scenery
Of the wreckage
It is my secret need

Uh, uh, uh

Speeding into the horizon
Dreaming of the sirens
Wishing for broken glass on a highway
It could be so easy