Sun is running over highways, Whole horizon's seized by sun. I'm a lonesome Blackhawk driver, Noone's gonna take me down. Blackhawk has a nice blue color, That’s a favorite of mine, If a car has just been stolen, Any color will be fine
Long ago that quest was started, But I get no single clue. Count of roads and towns and tires is Lost forev'r in my rear-view. He’s experienced in races, He has many things to hide. Likes to disappear in faces, But I never fall behind.
I want nothing in my life but ask that wise old man, I want to hear the answer how to get that distant land. So many years I've spent in search but no one said the same Except that stranger from the distant land and now he'll show the way.
Somewhere in the distant land, I’m sure somewhere is not so bad. There must be something but a life in fear, There must be something real. Somewhere in the distant land After you fall you get a hand. Somewhere in world, somewhere in time, But not in here.
I can't rest, I can not hide here, Always young and all alone. Your world's good, I'm glad you found it But I need to find my own. And again like a freelancer, Six of thirty-eights in hand. Now it's time to hear the answers, Now it's time to face the end.
Whole my life I chase phantoms of my soul, Always follow trail that is my own. Who's that old man talking 'bout the dream? Now I know there's noone else but me.
Sun is running over highways, Whole horizon's seized by sun. I am lonesome Blackhawk driver, Mad man in a rusty car. Living dream is really simple Anyone can chase it down But you must have something better Than just Blackhawk and a gun.