Out on the trans-Canada highway
There was a girl
hitchhiking with her dog
Fireflies buzzin´ round her head
Like candles in the fog.

He was three miles down the road
Tryin´ to stay up,
but he knew that he couldn´t
She was looking
for a ride through the night
But out there, who wouldn´t.

They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two comets heading for a bed.

She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an
´84 International and two kids
He left back home with his wife.

He was tired of
writin´ letters to himself
And living in the dark
She was open to suggestions
And some say
she had a broken heart.

He had everything he wanted
´Til it all
turned out to be a job
One fallen asleep trucker
And a girl
hitchhiking with her dog.

They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two comets heading for a bed.

She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an
´84 International and two kids
He left back home with his wife.

Out on the trans-Canada highway
The sun came climbing up the cab
By the time it hit the window
they were wakin´ up
From what little sleep they had.

When that heat hit the blankets
They were looking
for love at second sight
Just starin´ in each others´ eyes
Findin´ it in the mornin´ light.

They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two blankets layin´ on a bed.

She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an
´84 International and two kids
He left back home with his wife.