We drove from San Sebastian to Frankfurt on the Main Watched winter turn to springtime and the snow turn into rain In the darkness on the motorway we lost our silhouettes But knew that we were still alive by the tips of our cigarettes Monday was a carnival, flags yellow, red and blue The bands were playing salsa as they burned the big statues Fireworks in the orange groves, red dust upon our throats Pretty girls in ponytails selling smack, crack and coke
Chorus: Wheels are turning on the Restless Highway Everybody's looking for a rendezvous Chasing the horizon on the Restless Highway Further and further from you
The northern towns of England look like Flanders in the mud Boxing rings and bookies, Chinese takeaways and blood The neon lights are glowing like a furnace in the sky I'm travelling on the highway thinking of lust and suicide Tuesday was a party with the barmaids lonely daughter Love is best with strangers, it's a bargain not a slaughter It's playing cards with con-men in the corner of a shebeen Or a little touch of dying in the arms of a Josephine
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We pass a shanty village on a Spanish mountainside There was washy in the windows and horses running wild We bought beer and Coca-Cola, sex in magazines Told ourselves the village was a desolate place to be Wednesday was a border, Thursday was a stage Friday was a close shave with a golden razor blade Saturday we found a place with the earth's crust burning bright Sunday was the seventh red city of the night