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
