90 Miles An Hour (Down A Dead End Street)
Composer(s): Hal Blair; Don Robertson
Performer(s): Hank Snow; Katy Moffatt; 
Bob Dylan; John Berry; Ashley Hutchings; 
Michel Montecrossa


I took you home from a party
And we kissed in fun
A few stolen kisses and no harm was done
Instead of stopping when we could
We went right on
Until suddenly we found the brakes were gone

You belong to someone else and I do too
It's just too crazy being here with you
As a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead end street

I didn't want to want to now I have no choice
It's too late to hear the warning voice
All I hear is thunder as our two hearts beat
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead end street

You're not free to belong to me
And you know I can never be your own
Your lips on mine are like sweet sweet wine
But we're headed for a wall of stone

Warning signs are flying by us but we pay no heed
Instead of slowing down the pace we keep pickin' up the speed
Disaster's getting closer every time we meet
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead end street