Whipping hail on the highway
Worn out wheels skating on the ground
I know this road like the back of my hand
Breathless engine, don't fail me now
We're driving higher and higher
Further up the hill in blinding snow
Higher, higher, static white noise on the radio
I don't know who or what if anyone is really in control
Higher, higher, white lights guide me on the icy road
Clouds are crawling down the mountain
Can't see where one ends and the other begins
From afar, I see headlights, hm-mm
Burn through the storm and everything within
We're driving higher and higher
Further up the hill in blinding snow
Higher, higher, static white noise on the radio
I don't know who or what if anyone is really in control
Higher, higher, white lights guide me on the icy road