Dust-Burner Highway

Four AM, the block is cold

Steam rising from a cup of gold

Cracking the key, that iron wakes

Shake the gravel, test the brakes

Oh, we're cutting through the haze

Running wild on these back-road ways

(yeah, watch us go)

Kick up the dust,

let the engine scream!

We're living out a high-octane dream!

Dirt on the windshield,

wind in the hair

Nothing but blacktop, we don't care!

Old man tells a tale down at the store

Swears that engine could do eighty or more

We just laugh and kick the clay

Another highway calling us away

Kick up the dust,

let the engine scream!

We're living out a high-octane dream!

Dirt on the windshield,

wind in the hair

Nothing but blacktop, we don't care! (yeah!)

Yeah, we don't care! (hahaha!)