A real road movie’s black and white
An endless trip to the heart of the night
An endless trip thru the waste of dawn
In the mad blue summer rain we’re born
A real road movie’s never vacant still
There’s a woman to love and a man to kill
Six inch daggers glowing bright
An endless trip to the heart of the night
A real road movie’s like America
Them lonely highways won’t take you far
O Mother Night come and run with me
Where the road’s eternal and the traveler’s free
A real road movie needs no ordinary map
Night now nestled in your lap
An endless trip thru realms of pain
We’re all awake, we’re all insane
A real road movie’s suicide
Dance on rooftops of delight
An endless desert under swollen moons
Daylight always comes too soon
A real road movie needs no script at all
Traveling strangers on the roll
An endless roll where the stranger waits
In the wasteland lies your only friend
A real road movie never leaves you cold
Keeps on riding like vanishing point
Keeps on riding like it’s always too late
Rolling thunder be our fate
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