Burning Lights

One, two, three four

Some dreams are made for children

But most grow old with us

And when the are, can hope to hold on

And to the ground to dust to rust

Burning lights in the desert

Such a sign only you would know

You're running tires, they're out of pressure

Such a sign only you would know

I've been a long haul driver

Moving things, but the cops don't know

Now I can see the writing

You are the last of the buffalo

Burning lights in the desert

Such a sign only you would know

You're running tyres, they're out of pressure

Such a sign only you would know

Now I've been to California

And I've been to New South Wales

Sometimes I, I pull over

When I realize, I've left no trace

Burning lights in the desert

Such a sign only you would know

You're running tyres, they're out of pressure

Such a sign only you would know