Yeah the roads are right tonite
They are twisting
My mouth is dry — like cool air inside
And maybe I worry
Do things in a hurry
And follow the dust
Of people like new
There’s people like me
And there’s people like you
Yeah the roads are right tonite
They are turning
I know that deep inside the pines
An answer is lurking
And maybe I worry
Do things in a hurry
And follow the dust
Of people like new
There’s people like me
And there’s people like new
