The air is trembling
Everyone’s sleeping in the back of the bus
Sun is rising
Rolling down the window, light a lucky strike, uh
And in my imagination We get stopped by this lonely cop
He pull me down the ditch, pull my hair, and the air is hot
I need one for the road
I need one for the road
Sweat is weeping down on my steering wheel
a pot of coffee boiling in the waste lands heat
And in my hallucination we pick up this hitch hiking boy
I throw him to the lions back seat
Making sound to the loud car stereo
The air is trembling
Everyone’s sleeping in the back of the bus
Sun is rising
Rolling down the window, light a lucky strike, uh
And in my imagination We get stopped by this lonely cop
He pull me down the ditch, pull my hair, and the air is hot
I need one for the road
I need one for the road
Sweat is weeping down on my steering wheel
a pot of coffee boiling in the waste lands heat
And in my hallucination we pick up this hitch hiking boy
I throw him to the lions back seat
Making sound to the loud car stereo
The air is trembling
Everyone’s sleeping in the back of the bus
Sun is rising
Rolling down the window, light a lucky strike, uh
And in my imagination We get stopped by this lonely cop
He pull me down the ditch, pull my hair, and the air is hot
I need one for the road
I need one for the road
Sweat is weeping down on my steering wheel
a pot of coffee boiling in the waste lands heat
And in my hallucination we pick up this hitch hiking boy
I throw him to the lions back seat
Making sound to the loud car stereo