The moon a thin line,
the song on the radio,
the next traffic sign
Driving in your car,
the pavement is wet
and your eyes
You want to see,
you want to know,
where do we go this night
You, at the wheel and I feel
lost on my own trip, lost
Shout out, turn up, wake me
But let me go,
Shout out, turn up, shake me
But let me go,
What is the name of that star?
Don't ask!
I don't know
A flash of a neon light,
I will depart,
I ‘ve been there then
and I will go again
I've done it before and you know
One hundred or more
One hundred or more
You want to see,
you want to know,
where do we go this night
You at the wheel and I feel
lost on my own trip, lost
Shout out, turn up, wake me
But let me go,
Shout out, turn up, shake me
But let me go,
What is the name of that star?
Don't ask!
I don't know

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