Sleep tight, we'll drive all night Turn pikes across state lines... Hand claps are fading fast, but you still can't believe it's pa**ing These nights are fading fast, so we made toasts until midnight Six hundred miles will be soon cut two inches from Just rest and play that tape we got from them in Detroit Sleep tight, we'll make it tonight Turn pikes and small street signs... Traded slowings of what was missed and broke down in the downstairs? Recited the ten ton fuse that gave way to the new sound Night caps are sinking fast and tight chorus Sundays Tomorrow we'll head highways Right now it's the holiday; all a loss