I've got a pocketbook for the beats in my mind I've got a bottle of red and I drink all through the night I've got gallons of fuel to drive me to where I like to the north to the west, wherever it feels right I want to step outside and watch the fire brighten I want to ride the highway and scream into your face that it's allright when the spark hits the bottom it takes me by surprise the engine of your foolish heart is the zero train you can't restrain and that's allright