Dust In My Eyes

Hair in my eyes,

can't see the road ahead (yeah)

Squinting through the haze,

living like the dead

There's a storm brewing up

in the western sky

We gotta ride, baby,

do or die

Dust flying in the wind,

choking out the sun

(go, go!)

No turning back now,

the race has begun

Wheels spinning fast, burning up the clay (woah)

Leaving all my troubles fifty miles away

Dust flying in the wind,

choking out the sun (oh-oh-oh)

No turning back now,

the race has begun

Hair in my eyes...

Dust in the wind...