Living in a cabin in American light,
He had a will, he had a plan,
To build his own world,
At the age of seventeen he realized,
Did not wanna live the American,
The American life
With an arrogant smile, he shook his head,
Counted his fingers from one to ten,
With a foot like lead,
Revived the engine,
He left for the road, no coming home,
No end in sight, like a blue sky,
He was his own, no coming home,
No end in sight,
He realized,
That he drove all night,
He gathered his pride and suited up,
In front of the crowd,
He raised his voice,
As shaky as it was,
And with an arrogant smile, he shook his head,
Counted his fingers from one to ten,
With a foot like lead,
Revved the engine,
And he left for the road, no coming home,
No end in sight, like a blue sky,
He was his own, no coming home,
No end in sight,
He realized,
That he drove all night,
Ooooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooh,
That he drove all night, ooooooooh,
Ooooooooh, oooooooooh, ooooooooh
He was his own, no coming home,
No end in sight, like a blue sky,
He was his own, no coming home,
No end in sight, he realized,
That he drove all night.
