Silver Moon Rodeo

(hummmmm) Radio humming a familiar tune

Bathed in the silver of the moon

No map to tell us where to go

Just our hearts and the dirt road flow

Oh,

we're riding through the deep night

Underneath the pale star

light

No direction but the wind blows Where the wild,

dusty path goes (yeah,

yeah)

Flashes in the rearview,

dust in the air Wind in our faces,

we don't have a care Four tires spinning on the gravel and

clay We're chasing the dawn till the dark turns to day (let's

go)

Oh,

we're riding through the deep night Underneath the pale star

light

No direction but the wind blows Where the wild,

dusty path goes

(ooh, yeah)

Just our hearts and the dirt road flow... (hummmmm)