Well

He took his first release

On a highway

In a 1953 green Chevrolet

An he was carryin and awful load

For just a 15 year old

'Til he laid his mind

On the center line

An turned up the radio

Goin a hundred miles an hour

Down the blue asphaltum line

Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio

An

He didn't give a damn

About the trouble he was in

Yeah deep down in his soul

He just wanted卼o go

An you can tell by the look on his face

He's all caught up with the need

To trade in some emptied out spaces

For some speeeeeeed

An that good ol' American Dream



An

She took her first release

On the back seat

Of a 1961 black V-8 Ford

An she just give up al control

On that vinyl tuck-and-roll

Breathin hard

With a dark-eyed boy

That she barely even knowed

Goin a hundred miles an hour

Down the blue asphaltum line

Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio

An

She didn't give a damn

About the trouble she'd get in

Yeah deep down in her soul

She just wanted卼o flow

An you can tell by the paint on her face

She's all made-up for the need

To trade in some emptied out places

For some speeeeeeed

An that good ol' American Dream



An

Now they circle one another

Armed with the lives from their past

An

They fight to the death for their lies

'Til the bad feelings pass

Then they sit

An they smoke

An they drink

An they talk an talk an talk an talk

And then they stalk around

Like they're lookin for something they've lost

But can never again be found

And it's crazy

Yeah crazy in the backyards

the bedrooms

the kitchens

Crazy out in the streets

Ahhh

Through all their cities

And even smaller towns

An

It most certainly seems

Some disease of the dreams

Has been goin 'round

Yes

It most certainly seems

Some disease of the dreams

Has been goin 'round

Goin a hundred miles an hour

Down the blue asphaltum line

Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio