| 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 ides 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 Just keep coming through | |
| Be 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 to of you and me | |
| Stuck in the middle of this whole shooting 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 looked confused | |
| And I just want to be with you |