Road Song

She's running a little bit hot

I got a hot hot cactus breeze blowing in my face

Under a blue clear sky where the stars are crystal clear

Shadows grow longer and longer as the moon comes up

Ahead of me a hundred miles of nothing

And there is nothing in my rear view mirror

I ease back my seat and turn the radio on

Ole Hank junior is coming on strong

I'm flying through time I'm flying through space

Right now I'm faster than the whole human race