Radio waves through the air Can you hear me calling? Oh I've been dreaming Dreaming of a woman in white Hot summer night The art of make-believe The treasure behind closed doors The hunter behind the trees

Until we hit the ground and pass out Let it pour away I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning We bring the women and the cars and the cards out And we can do this until we pass out So let it rain We won't come down Yeah, yeah we bring the stars out

Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed We've got heads on sticks You've got ventriloquists The rats and children follow me out of town I slip away I slipped on a little white lie Come on kids

She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Feet on the dash with her

Weird fishes They turn me I'll hit the bottom Hit the bottom and escape In the deepest ocean The bottom of the sea Why should I stay here?

I think that she knows Those flashing lights come from everywhere She's got me love stoned The way they hit her I have to stop and stare Man, I swear she's bad, and she knows The way they hit her I just stop and stare I think that she knows, think that

Take a look around the world Don't tell your man what you don't do right Not tell him all the things that make you cry But check yourself for your own shit / shame And don't be making love like it's always You see such bad things happening There are many

She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Feet on the dash with her

Can I be your plus one? I could take you undercover, on the run, baby The night is young Ooh, baby, would you play my song? Ooh, baby, ever feel you're naughty for the fun baby? Now can I be your plus (plus, plus), be your plus one? I could be your plus

They're not gonna happen Don't get any big ideas You paint yourself white And fill up with noise But there'll be something missing Now that you've found it, it's gone Now that you feel it, you don't You've gone off the rails So don't get any big ideas