It's already lunchtime, the road's turning grey
the desert is seeping up like an animal
there's nothing to say
it's already past time, we've passed the last stop
the wind starts it's growing
we're over the top
the sky is a torment of lightning and rain
we've stopped for a coffee but there's nothing to say
there's no needle within us but we feel some pain
and we're riding on the lost highway.
it's already nap time, the children asleep
somewhere out there in some home
while the creatures weep
it's already back there,there's sand in my eye
we'll mourn your last passing
'till after you die
the sun never stops in it's torment of heat
and we're all worn out and have nothing to say
we're all so tired but wont' admit that we're beat
'cause we're riding on the lost highway.
we've seen a road sign, a million miles ago
we've passed by the ending sand,
we don't know where to go.
Birth sign: Not entered
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