Brock - )

Turning star projections, voices from the deep

Throbbing of the engines, you exit from the heat

Paper on the pavement, cars crawling in the road

Emotions of the city, you ease your heavy load

Motorway City, well it ain't the same

Lighting up the night sky, with an orange flame

Motorway City, you exit on the right

Cruising on the highway, driving through the night

Motorway City, well it ain't the same

Lighting up the night sky, with an orange flame