White Sands

On a lonely highway
From where I came
The road ramps high
Like a runway for an aeroplane
It's where I came from
It's where I've been
Always wandering around and around and around
Around
I'm the last drifter
From the white sands
For two hundred years
I've roamed across these badlands
It's where I came from
It's where I've been
Always wandering around and around and around (The sun hurts my eyes)
Around (The sun hurts my eyes)
Around (The sun hurts my eyes)
Around (The sun hurts my eyes)
Around (The sun hurts my eyes)
On a lonely road, neon white
Blue in the dark
No other signs
On a lonely road, strange lights
Wait, white sands
White sands
Ride on (Ride on)
Ride on (Ride on)
Ride on (Ride on)
Won't you ride on? (Ride on)
On a lonely highway
On a lonely highway
Around
Around