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