On your back in a boxcar train
With a jug of wine in the pouring rain
Northward bound, San Francisco Bay, Santa Barbara Line
Up Through Monterrey, Under the Bixby Canyon Bridge

Ride like the wind into the night
Black as a ghost raven in flight
It won´t be long until you´re gone
Into the fog born from the sea
Out on the road lost in a dream
It won´t be long until your gone
Fly Free

Up All night popping Bezedrine
With a burning mind and 47 keys
You shook the world so indefinitely
With you brilliant, beautiful insanity
All of us are forever changed

Go ride like the wind into the night
Black as a ghost raven in flight
It won´t be long until you´re gone
Into the fog born from the sea
Out on the road lost in a dream
It won´t be long until your gone
Fly Free

What is a lonely road
If it doesn´t lead you home?
Just into the unknown

On your back in a boxcar train
With a jug of wine in the pouring rain