Paroles de Mystery Spot

My baby and I are headed to the pass Seventy miles an hour we're hauling ass Jackalopes outside flash ebony eyes Roll down the window to hear the coyote cries Says we're real real gone on the roadsign Hundreds of miles Unlimited time Frisco Chicago New York why not? Alaska to Juarez, there's our mystery spot Can't get no stations we're too far out Headlights blind then they're miles past The silent rushing road under the wheel The dark and the tailights and the silence heal We got no destination our means is the end Following our road there's never a dead end Wind in the face and traveling on the brain Asphalt dreams keep us in the fast lane