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 200 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)

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?

On a lonely highway
On a lonely highway
Around
Around