Lyrics:

From the Albums: * The naked truth * Last blast of the century Here comes the night A veil over the light In the distance some shadows of the clouds in the sky I've got to get home, to my child, my wife Here comes the night I'm scared to death, got to get me a ride It looks like the road is swallowing me up Gotta hurry home, don't dare to look back Blueville is straight ahead Another 45 miles to go Another 45 miles before I'm home I wish i could pay the sun to run Then I had some more time, with my wife, my son Clouds in the sky Gathering for a fight Chasing their prey, till it can't go on I mend my pace, ‘cos my bride is waiting home