Back on the backroads
(I can see the galaxy tonight)

Stopped by an old church
by the side of the road
to talk to you
(illuminated steeple
listening to hoot owls)


Crisp night/summer air knifing
my skin
(as I fly on this machine)

I imagine that outlaws stick mainly to backroads
passersby are a little frendlier (on backroads)
think I'm gonna stay
Back on the backroads