In The Wild
David Faulkner
I will drive down Highway One.
It's the end that's just begun.
And I'm cruising 110,
Going nowhere - the road is my best friend
White Line Fever has got in my blood
I'm a river running full flood.
One road all around this land,
Like the lifeline in my hand.
Out from nowhere the radio sings of
Distant memories that tug on my heartstrings.
I feel twisted, feeling uptight,
As her face keeps fading from sight
In the wild.
See me spinning out in the sun
I will burn on Highway One.
I'm just burning in the sun,
I can't stop until she comes.
In the wild.
It's so dry.