I've got a pocketbook for the beats in my mind
I've got a bottle of red and I drink all through the night
I've got gallons of fuel to drive me to where I like
To the north to the west, wherever it feels right
I want to step outside and watch the fire brighten
I want to ride the highway and scream into your face
That it's allright
When the spark hits the bottom
It takes me by surprise