WAY ON PAST
THE BOULEVARDS
OUT HERE
UNDERNEATH
THE STARS
I'VE BEEN
FLYING PAST
THE HOUSES
FARMS AND FIELDS
LEAVING ALL
I KNOW BACK THERE
RUSHING THROUGH
THE COLD NIGHT AIR
AND HOLDING ON
TO NOTHIN' BUT
THE WHEEL
STAYING CLEAR
OF THE INTERSTATE
I'M SEEKING OUT
THOSE OLD
TWO LANES
TRYIN' TO EXPLAIN
THE WAY I FEEL
TILL ALL AT
ONCE IT'S
HALF PAST THREE
AND IT'S DOWN
TO JUST
THE TRUCKS AND ME
AND I'M HOLDING ON
TO NOTHIN'
BUT THE WHEEL
I'VE BEEN TRYIN' TO
DRIVE YOU OFF MY MIND
MAYBE THAT WAY
BABY I CAN LEAVE
IT ALL BEHIND
AND FORTY-ONE
GOES ON AND ON
AND THE LIGHTS GO
WINDIN' IN
THE DAWN
AND THE SKY'S THE
COLOR NOW OF
POLISHED STEEL
AND THE ONLY THING
I KNOW FOR SURE
IS IF YOU DON'T
WANT ME ANYMORE
THEN I'M
HOLDIN' ON
TO NOTHIN' BUT
THE WHEEL
AND THE ONLY THING
I KNOW FOR SURE
IS IF YOU DON'T
WANT ME
ANYMORE
THEN I'M HOLDIN' ON
TO NOTHIN' BUT
THE WHEEL
I'M HOLDIN' ON TO
NOTHIN' BUT
THE WHEEL