White Sands

On a lonely highway From where I came The road ramps high Like a runway for an airplane 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) 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