Texty:
Common Rider Last Wave Rockers

Can you hear the call of a blood-seated song singing "battered old castaways why don't you come home?" It's a long way back, but we're gonna go home

I see you sitting there looking just a little like me We're both too proud to say anything real Things are bad, but when you ask me if it's all over,

going to the track tonight to bet on the one with the mechanical eye but I don't give a damn about a virtual horse 'cause it's got no rider and no remorse

There is more at stake than all my petty problems Like the way that the moonlight sings its quiet logic to the Florida coast and the answering tide and

Dixie Roadrash at the world's most obvious car crash She went through twenty states but the one I hate came last Whoa, nothing slows down nothing ever

shooting light and nothing can stop us we're outside of time and everyone knows we burn at fever heights That's the way Heatseekers We're gonna last

Do you recall the long spring days we used to make love just to pass the time away hand in hand by the corner of the sea when no one was looking we dove

Big city miles stretching out into the terminal horizon Don't you know we had to get away? It was two kids with a beat up Nova, and a dream and a two