Riding wild along empty roads
Covered in the dust of roads past
Wearing a t-shirt cover in holes and stains
No care in the world
No thoughts on my mind
No place to go
To call home
The open dust cover lands
A home
Freedom

Riding wild along empty roads
Going know were
Going everywhere
The night sky with its flaming stars
The sun blazing light casting shadows

Riding wild along empty roads
Sitting in my convertible
My hands around the heated steering wheel
Seats covered in leather
My blond hair flowing cause the wind

Riding wild along empty roads
Men whistling think they got a chance
Me looking at them with “I don’t think so boys”

Riding wild along empty roads
Dust covering me from head to toe
Driving by a field of wild stallions
Wondering if I should stop for awhile

Riding wild along empty dust covered roads
No were to go in mind
No place to call home
But the dust covered roads

By black rose