From the recording The Moth Collection
Lyrics
Gonna ride these wheels to the wire
Before I ride them more
Misery made to inspire
A captive heart to flee the shore
To getaway from complacent order
Made my desert escape
Met a gypsy back by the border
In the burn I thought I heard him say
I find me out on my own
Passing badlands by the road
Fear is silent when I’m home
Deserted scenes but not alone
In the burn
High sun on a two lane highway
Where the warm breeze surrounds me
High noon just keeps on rising
So I push the pedal til my
Engine redlines
And I’m driving faster
But I don’t mind
Ain’t a thing I’m after
The heat could dry
Up the sound I’d rather
Be racing light, ‘cause