There’s a ridge up ahead and my tires are screeching Another dead end Out of gas, out of luck, with a brain that's fucked up I turn around
It's a long road back Oh what a long road back Just to get on track
Met a crone at a bar by the side of the freeway She told me \"I know who you are\" \"Just a wanderer, aimlessly roaming the desert, Honey, you seem like a fallen star\"
Oh my, what a thing to hear in the heat of july But that's all right - I bid her goodbye and walked out with a smile
Alone through the night And the desolate lights passing by This journey’s just beginning Countless miles to survive