Standing on theis street every night
Got my blue truck under one street light
I've been racing and rolling, job to job
This time I'm picking up and going, never stop
Well I need to, I want to
I won't let you go
Town on top of town
Now I'm Montana bound
Moonlight on the floor
Another car goes by
Trees dark and heavy
Leaves fall from the sky
I'm a guard for something, a guard for something
God only knows
I feel the wind coming
I feel the wind coming
