Lyrics:

The air is trembling
Everyone sleeping in the back of the bus
The sun is rising
Rolling down the window, light a Lucky Strike
And in my imagination
We get stopped by this lonely cop, yeah
He pulled me down the dance floor
My hair and the air is hot
I need one for the road
I need one for the road
Sweat is weeping down on my steering wheel

A pot of coffee boiling in the wasteland's heat
And in my hallucination
We pick up this hitchhiking boy
I throw him to the lion's pit
Seat breaking sound to the loud car stereo
I need one for the road
I need one for the road
I need one for the road
I need one for the road

I need one for the road
I need one for the road
I need one for the road
I need one for the road
I need one for the road
I need one for the road
I need one for the road
I need one for the road