Fifty-five mile signs Thunder crack and lightning While something else inside Shines like the Fourth of July I'll go it on my own, I'll go it on my own, go it on my own Sand City bus kicking up dust Kicking up dust Before the Sun comes up The devil sees us now Clear as the Moon glows Sleeping in our winter clothes Radio's a crackling fire I'll go it on my own, I'll go it on my own, go it on my own Sand City bus kicking up dust Kicking up dust Before the Sun comes up
