everybody's asleep on my back seat
and there's still so many miles to go
my mind is losing track of the time
as I watch the road rolling by

and those yellow lights shine in the night
flashing over my aching head

yellow lights flashing over my head
yellow lights flashing over my head
yellow lights flashing over my head
yellow lights

ordinary people are in bed by eleven
dreaming dreams about their own little heaven
we keep driving all night long
on a concrete strip that goes on and on

and those yellow lights shine in the night
flashing over my aching head, oh



(c) Paul Despiegelaere