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 tires, 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 tires, 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 realize I've left no trace

Burning lights in the desert
Such a sign only you would know
Your running tires, they're out of pressure
Such a sign only you would know