The fire, the wine, the bed and you.
In this crimson light I find the truth.
And the truth is like a punch or two.
It hits you hard it knocks you through.
So I... get on the road and ride to you.
I... get on the road and ride to you.
Kiss like a fight that neither wins.
A tender payment for our sins.
You are the drug that I can't quit.
Your perfect chaos is perfect fit.
So I... get on the road and ride to you.
I... get on the road and ride to you.
From broken farm to broken farm.
The engine noise like an alarm.
It breathes a thunder in my soul
Begins to rise through the dustbowl.
So I... get on the road and ride to you.
I... get on the road and ride to you.
The wheel it settles in my hands.
This is the measure of a man.
I point the car at north at you.
My route has scarred the country through.
So I... get on the road and ride to you.
I... get on the road and ride to you.
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