When we come to the place, where the road and the sky collide Throw me over the edge and let my spirit glide They told me, I was going to have to work for a living But all I want to do is ride I don't care, where we're going from here, honey, you decide Well I spend my time at the bottom of a wishing well And I can hear my dreams singing clear as a bell I used to know where they ended and the world began But now it's getting hard to tell I could be just around the corner from Heaven or a mile from Hell I'm just rolling away from yesterday
Behind the wheel of a stolen Chevrolet I'm going to get a little higher And see if I can hot-wire reality Now can you see those dark clouds gathering up ahead? They're going to wash this planet clean like the Bible said Now you can hold on steady and try to be ready But everybody's going to get wet Don't think, it won't happen just because it hasn't happened yet