Deep inside the burning histories
   All along this lonesome road
   The wheels that turn upon what used to be
   In passioned memories, overload
   The truckhouse standing on the freeway
   A neon ambush in the sun
   The ides of dogma way down in the subway
   It's so hard to tell who's on the run
   The hell-hound blizzards of uncertainties
   Are the only things that are coming through
  
   And I just want to be with you
   There's not a lot I can do
   Just keep coming through
   Be with you
   The smile that burned down those old rusting gates
   Those eyes that danced into my soul
   And all along this life-long motorway
   Bad news upon the radio
   The nervous fingers on the safety-catch
   Decide the fates to of you and me
   Stuck in the middle of this whole shooting match
   Man this sure ain't no place to be
  
   The good guys sent to save
   The good and free
   All scratch their heads and looked confused
   And I just want to be with you