Deep inside the burning histories,
All along this lonesome road
The wheels that turn upon what used to be,
In passioned memories, overload
The truckhouse standing on the freeway
A neon ambush in the sun
The ideas of dogma way down in the subway
It's so hard to tell, who's on the run
The hell-hound blizzards of uncertainties
Are the only things that are coming through...
And I just want to be with you
There's not a lot I can do
Keep coming through, but ah being with you...
..The smile that burned down those old rusting gates
Those eyes that danced into my soul!
And all along this life-long motorway
Bad news upon the radio
The nervous fingers on the safety-catch
Decide the fates of you and me
Stuck in the middle of this whole soothing match
Man, this sure ain't no place to be
The good guys sent to save
The good and free
All scratch their heads and look confused
And I just want to be with you
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