On a cloudless night at least a million stars
Smile down on you from heaven
And your license plate remembers
All the insects that died on Route Seven
Your destination's many miles away
And even when you get there, you can't stay
You've got to be back home by end of day
So you just keep on running through the night
Bounce around the AM dial
Until you find a soothing patch of static
Take a hit of Mountain Dew
And hope your driving isn't too erratic
A lost horizon, high-beams strain against the black
Is it pretentious to feel like Jack Kerouac
Knowing that you'll soon be back home
One day you will have a different car
A different passenger beside you
No more glancing in the rear view mirror
Trust the road ahead to guide you