Heading down the highway, and I'm thinking about my girlTried to find a station with a songThey estimate there's six billion people in this worldAnd I spend my time wondering how the other five billionNine hundred ninety-nine millionNine hundred ninety-nine thousandNine hundred ninety-nineGet alongGotta find a station that can take me awayTo where I want to be before I'm goneTo the little house above the beachWhere I might buy one dayAnd there will be me and that girlSitting there watchingThe big ships on the horizonStalked up for whenever her childrenGonna drop byFor a whileGet alongWrong side of the blanketBlind side of the doorI'm eye-folding in all the sleepI never got toYou knowThree-way fever, six-way shockIt's ain't enoughNo, I'm notThe only one out hereI drop her down a callGotta pay for dieselPay the banks and stay aliveGotta weigh in legalJust fill the tanks and driveHeadin' down the highwayAnd I'm thinking about my girlTry to find a station with a songThey estimate there's six billion people in this worldAnd I spend my time wondering howThe other five billionNine hundred ninety-ninemillionnine hundred ninety-nine thousandnine hundred ninety-nineGet alongGet alongGet alongGet alongGet alongGet alongGet alongGet alongGet alongThank you.