There's nothing but an empty road
And half a tank of gas
The world is going to end tomorrow
But the radio is still playing full blast
Gravel is hitting the fender
And the Hula-girl is resting on the back seat
Dylan is playing me off
As I'm burning rubber like a Rolling Stone
Man was made for wandering
Settling will only chain you down
When love is killing you and money is shy
The road will wave your worries farewell
The city is a dot in the rearview mirror
As the horizon skips a few hundred miles
The air is filtering out the smoke
As the red lights kiss the days goodbye
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