Chrome on the Highway

State route nine under a copper sky

We didn't say much but we knew why

Just a full tank and a radio dial

Stretching out for another mile (hm-mmm)

Roll the windows down,

let the wild wind blow

Chrome is flashing in the late sun glow (yeah) Every highway line

is a promise kept

On this long black road where the clay has swept

Old signboards fading in the heat

Dust rising up off the gravel street

You held your hand out in the rushing air

Not a worry left to find us there

Roll the windows down,

let the wild wind blow

Chrome is flashing in the late sun glow (oh yeah) Every highway

line is a promise kept

On this long black road where the clay has swept