Holy land of asphalt deams
I'm a tar baby
in the holy land of asphalt dreams
sweat and dust and dirty jeans,
take a ride with me.
Say this vision will never falter-
Pray with me at a toll-booth altar.
You've got me high on roadside lust.
I heard you howl "Southwest or bust."
In the holy land of asphalt dreams,
perfumed with burning rubber-
Living off oil and gasoline,
in the holy land of asphalt dreams.