Road Rage on
the Lost Highway
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Windows Media (1M)Outta my way, assholes!
You can’t to stop me now.
You can’t paint me in
cause even my friends don’t know my name.
Gonna ride the broken lines
up the blind hill,
and around the curve.
I’ll outrun that sunset,
heading to the Coast.
And I’ll force the sunrise up, up,
through my bloody windshield
moving into NYC.
I got 1000 horses thrumming under me.
I got a thin steel shell to shield me
from all the ghosts of men I might have been
at all-night stops in Nowheresville.
So fuck the hitchhiker
trying to snag a way out,
grabbing at a conversation
with his thumb.
I’ll ram my transmission
through his guts
all the way from Canton to Peru;
Rev the rack and pinion
that connects
Sheboygan to Cheyenne.
But when I get to Chicago, boy,
where the wind shears at your face;
when I get to Chicago
where the neon sizzles in the rain,
I’ve got a woman waiting for me there
in a red dress
and that means go
and she lets me pass
on all the curves.