Don Henley
Don Henley
Don Henley
Don Henley
Don Henley
Don Henley
Don Henley
Don Henley & Jimmy Buffett
Don Henley
Don Henley & Jimmy Buffett
Don Henley
Don Henley
Don Henley
He was a hard-headed man
He was brutally handsome y'all, and she was terminally pretty
She held him up, and he held her for ransom in a heart
Of the cold, cold city
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude
They had one thing in common, they were good in bed
She'd say, 'Faster, faster, the lights are turning red'
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Well, eager for action and hot for the game
The coming attraction, the drop of a name
They knew all the right people, they took all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavenly bills
There were lines on that mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice
She was caught up in the race
Out every evening, until it was light
He was too tired to make it, she was too tired
To fight about it
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane, everything all the time
Life in the fast lane, uh huh
Blowing and burnin', blinded by thirst
They didn't see the stop sign
Took a turn for the worse
She said, Listen, baby. You can hear the engines
Ring. We've been up and down this highway
Haven't seen a goddamn thing
He said, 'Call the doctor, I think I'm gonna crash'
Well, the doctor say he's coming but you gotta pay him cash
They went rushing down that freeway
Messed around and got lost
They didn't know they were just dying to get off
And it was life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane, everything all the time
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Life in the Fast Lane was written by Don Henley & Glenn Frey & Joe Walsh.
Life in the Fast Lane was produced by Don Henley.