flying down the highway
with you passed out in the back
90 k to montr�al
and the heat is on the attack

we�re clockin� 130
I got a sweat-stained shirt
the oil is dirty
we�re in a world of hurt

the ground is sinking away below us
and the sky is getting black
65 k to montr�al
and we�re flying off the track

creeping through the countryside
as far as the eye can see
the power lines stretching out
all the way to the sea

the bothersome feeling
stealing away at me
that all this barren
land with out caring

ain�t the way it ought to be

if we could go back
to simpler times
would it change
the way we turned?

and have we really earned
anything of what we�ve learned?

all this messing
have we learned any lesson?
the sky gets blacker
and we keep undressing

in the grip of the wheels
i can feel the tension
of the coiled steel
and strained suspension

it all breaks down
to lines and numbers
gridded out
in the crack and thunder

geometry
and you and me
flying down the highway
in silent speed

flying down the highway
with you caressing my back
50 k to montr�al
and we ain�t never coming back

it all breaks down
to lines and numbers
gridded out
in the crack and thunder

geometry
and you and me
we�re never going
to go under

flying down the highway
with you caressing my back