On the Highway
Come on, hold on real tight
Get on the back seat of my motorbike
I’m the rider, you’re the passenger
And the open road is our messenger
Take us away, away from here
To the desert winds where there’s miles to spare
Come on, hold on, let’s go
On the highway feel the wind rush though your hair
On the highway all roads lead everywhere
Come on, hold on, let’s go
South of the border into Mexico
We’ll follow the coast until we’re out of gas
Then sleep on the beach in the sandy grass
We’re heavens devils a gang of two
In leather jackets not a single tattoo
Come on, hold on, let’s go
On the highway feel the wind rush though your hair
On the highway all roads lead everywhere