The fire, the wine, the bed and you
In this crimson light I find the truth
And 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
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 a perfect fit
So 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 this race through the dustbowl
So I...get on the road and ride to you
The wheel, it settles in my hands
This is the measure of the man
I point the car at north, at you
My Route has scarred the country through