In the middle of the Highway,
As you ride down the road,
Just get that feeling,
It's all so black and bald
And then there's my face,
When you're drivin the desert sand,
Well open my hand,
Well open up the land

Yeah

Well everyone now bring your car to me
From the mother of earth to the depth of the sea
Well don't raise any hand for me,
When ya na na na na need me

Yeah

In the middle of the Highway,
As you ride down the road,
Just get that feeling,
It's all so black and bald
And then there's my face,
And a-drivin the desert sand
Well open my hand,
Well open up the land

Yeah

Well everyone now bring your car to me,
From the mother of earth to the depth of the sea
Well don't raise any hands for me,
No no,
When ya na na na na need me

Yeah