Tekstovi: Clarks. Fast Moving Cars. Hell on Wheels.

I got the moon over my shoulder, I'm not looking back
I got the world in my headlights and it just feels right
Stream of conscience no surprise
I can see when I close my eyes tonight

I got a cynic to my right and he starts talking smack
One thing I can't ignore is a punk like that
He's the devil I know or the devil I don't
Welcome to my dust and stones goodbye

Hell on wheels, free at last
When the road is your world there's nothing like going fast
Hell on wheels, free at last
What's left behind leaves one less thing to pass

There's a yearning desire still burning in the back of my mind
I won't kiss away the best days of my life, of my life

Hell on wheels, free at last
When the road is your road there's nothing like going fast
Hell on wheels, free at last

I got the moon over my shoulder I'm not looking back
I got the world in my headlights and it just feels right
There's a breeze that blows in through my hair
Colors in the desert air, nothing in this world compares tonight

Hell on wheels, free at last
When the road is your road there's nothing like going fast
Hell on wheels, free at last
When your making the rules there's no way you can finish last