I feel a west wind blowing in...
Telling me to start heading home.
But I swallow hard and light another cigarette
Because I'm married to the road.
The hours move so fast
When you try to make a memory that will last.
I'm writing this song by the glow of street lights.
Everyone is passed out.
I'm waiting for the sky to catch fire
So I can keep moving.
Only two weeks left to make it right
So I just keep moving.
Only two weeks left to make it right
So you better still be waiting.
You better still be waiting.
I'm waiting for the sky to catch fire
So I can keep moving.
