To go it alone And hold it along Haul it along And hold it Turn to a miracle My mind is racing As it always will This could be the saddest dusk I've ever seen

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

(Nobody cares you’re just a bad man Nobody wants you’re a dead man) Do what you say, do want you want to Do what you say, do want you want to We rip upon the flesh and lift to see And looking on all the faces along the way The terror grips me close and

Feeling the beat of my heart Ooh just cruising Driving along like the swing king Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! You're taking all the sunshine away Making out like you're the main line (I knew that) 'Cause you're a cool cat Tapping on the toe with a new hat

Bring you all along with me Will we need it? When the war ends, yeah We'll wonder what it was about And when we grow old, yeah We'll all wonder how we missed out I've got soulful days to counter evil ways Shed me from the universe Carry me from life

What have we to show? Barren feelings and dust for crow We can't ever know When it's time to go That's the way to see the end Glowing out along the river bend It's not goodbye my only friend Yesterday started over again

Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We're on the train to Bangkok We only stop for the best Our first stop is in Bogotà To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

The way some science fiction does Religious iconography giving you the creeps? I feel rougher than a disco lizard tongue along your cheek The rise of the machines I must admit you gave me something momentarily In which I could believe But the hand of

We gonna come together, we gonna celebrate We gonna gather 'round, like it's your birthday I don't wanna know, just what I'm gonna do I don't care where your going, I'm coming along with you It's in the way she often calls me out It's in the curve of