Lost kids on a lost highway
Living the words of a blues song
I know we won’t get it wrong this time
Let’s ride the divine wind
And I hate you for the things that you have
And I hate you for the things that you have
When that bad wind blows through my soul
And I hate you for the things that you have
And I hate you for the things that you have
When that bad wind blows through my soul
When that bad wind blows through my soul