Deep inside the burning histories All along this lonesome road The wheels that turn upon what used to be In passioned memories, overload The truckhouse
leading When all of the signs you see still point to overload As you reach out your hand, a shattered picture's receding Like tail-lights along that lonesome
a fool out on the road, on the road He's had one too many drinks And he just might overload, overload Night time, night time, night time Cruisin',
Deep inside the burning histories, All along this lonesome road The wheels that turn upon what used to be, In passioned memories, overload The truckhouse
's needing When all of the signs you see Still point to overload As you reach out your hand A shattered vision's receding Like daylights along that Lonesome
's needing When all of the signs you see still point to overload As you reach out your hand A shattered vision's receding Like daylights along that lonesome
