Brucie dreams lifes a highway too many roads bypass my way

Or they never begin. innocence coming to grief

At the hands of life - stinkin car thief, thats my concept of sin

Does heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon ? 



But look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more much more than cars and girls.

Just look at us now, start counting, what adds up the way it did when we were young ? 

Look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt much more than cars and girls.



Lifes a drive through a dust bowl, whats it do, do to a young soul

We are deeply concerned, someone stops for directions,

Something responds deep in our engines, we have all been burned

Will heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon ? 



But look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more much more than cars and girls.

Just look at us now, start counting, what adds up the way it did when we were young ? 

Look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt much more than cars and girls.



Little boy got a hot rod, thinks it makes him some kind of new god

Well this is one race he wont win,

cos lifes no cruise with a cool chick

Too many folks feelin car sick, but it never pulls in.

Brucies thoughts - pretty streamers

- guess this world needs its dreamers may they never wake up.



But look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more much more than cars and girls.

Just look at us now, start counting, what adds up the way it did when we were young ? 

Look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt much more than cars and girls.



But look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more much more than cars and girls.

Just look at us now, start counting, what adds up the way it did when we were young ? 

Look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt much more than cars and girls.