I've had a heck of a last several years

And I'm patiently waiting my turn

I move so fast that some folks say that I'll never learn

But, this crazy lifestyle is so hard to handle

I'm aching to make something change

It's time to throw in the towel and maybe call it a game

I need to make it low key

Sweet southern air blowing and sweet tea

My baby beside me

And a flower to put in her hair

That sun sinking so slowly

You forget there's a such thing

As running with no time to spare

In low key, it's high time I find myself there

Hey, I've been standing too still

To be spinning my wheels

So, I took the next several days off

What say we jump in the car and just

Get ourselves lost

Now, I've got the keys to my brothers old Fairlane

And finally, it's running good

It's no Winnebago, but baby, we can sleep on the hood

And get a little low key

Sweet southern air blowing them shade trees

My baby beside me

And a flower to put in her hair

That sun sinking so slowly

You forget there's a such thing

As running with no time to spare

In low key, it's high time I find myself there

Low key, throw it in park

Play some Whitley

'Miami, My Amy'

Snuggle back in the passenger chair

That sun sinking so slowly

You forget there's a such thing

As running with no time to spare

In low key, it's high time I find myself there

Hey, in low key

It's high time I find myself there