Barreling down the highway with the highbeams on
Blasting out the music to a rocking song
In a fog so thick you couldn't cut it with a knife
Blind to what's ahead of us on the American billboard sign  

Forget about kilometers, what is that in miles
Waving of the Red, White and Blue with a goofy smile
Only slowing down long enough when we feel it's time
For another slice of that good old fashion American pie

Find ourselves oblivious to the world outside
Not concerned with anything as it passes by
We're just as proud as we can be with the vehicle we've got
Though it's getting hard to see in this American fog

Foreign flowers on the roadside bending to our speed
As we check ourselves in the rearview liking what we see
Doesn't really matter much to us or so it seems
As we drive down the highway of our American dreams