Deep inside the burning histories,

All along this lonesome road

The wheels that turn upon what used to be,

In passioned memories, overload

The truckhouse standing on the freeway

A neon ambush in the sun

The ideas of dogma way down in the subway

It's so hard to tell, who's on the run

The hell-hound blizzards of uncertainties

Are the only things that are coming through...

And I just want to be with you

There's not a lot I can do

Keep coming through, but ah being with you...

..The smile that burned down those old rusting gates

Those eyes that danced into my soul!

And all along this life-long motorway

Bad news upon the radio

The nervous fingers on the safety-catch

Decide the fates of you and me

Stuck in the middle of this whole soothing match

Man, this sure ain't no place to be

The good guys sent to save

The good and free

All scratch their heads and look confused

And I just want to be with you