'Till those blues are gone
Let the dashboard underscore
While the world plays for our pleasure
On our windshield silver screen
And I don't know just where we're going
And I don't care where we've been
But we just coast on through
Cause while I'm here with you, you know
There's no place I'd rather be
Knowing that I'm your pick-up fix
And you're my favourite boy
Pass by in two/four double-time
And we don't even recognize
A single name on the street signs
Nothing else is calling us
But all we've left behind
Is like a hell-hound on our trail
Knowing that you are there.
You don't call me no more