Burning Lights

Some dreams are made for children
But most grow old with us And when the air can hope to hold on And to the ground from dust to rust.
Burning lights in the desert
Such a sign only you would know
Your running tyres, they’re out of pressure
Such a sign only you would know
And I’ve been a long haul driver
Moving things but the cops don’t know
Now I can see the writing
You are the last of the buffalo
Burning lights in the desert
Such a sign only you would know
Your running tyres, they’re out of pressure
Such a sign only you would know.
Now I’ve been to California
And I’ve been to New South Wales
Sometimes I, I pull over
When I realise I’ve left no trace
Burning lights in the desert
Such a sign only you would know
Your running tyres, they’re out of pressure
Such a sign only you would know