Night Driving

Late last night I was out at night driving

Crawlin' like a hungry ghost

FM kissed in the yellow mist

No particular place to go

And I howled in the darkness

I howled into the light

“Do not go gently now into that goodnight”

Night driving

All night driving

Well, the fog touched down in that tear-drop town

West of Her Majesty’s Gaol

Saw a hit and run shadow lyin' in the road

By the lights of Pascoe Vale

And the tail-lights weavin'

The conga line was half asleep

Saw an arm wavin' in the road ahead

And I was on the edge of my seat

Night driving

All night driving

Night driving

All night driving

Hold my hand, little sister

You don't have to swing for the crime

Murder in the 3rd degree

Hold my hand, little sister

You don't have to burn so bright

Tonight the ride's on me

Oh, the radio was tender

The song was bitter-sweet

Who's gonna save the quick and the wounded

When everybody's dead on their feet?

Well, the cold air hit me

I staggered in the yellow light

I opened the door and a voice cried out

"Baby are you alright?"

Night driving

All night driving

Night driving

All night driving

Night driving

All night driving

Night driving

All night driving