1 2 3 4.. . We'll ride coast to coast in my holy ghost.. Chrome wheel, fuel injected, high on hope.. Soul engines cruisin' on down the road.. Wind down your glass and let your mind explode..
(Dreaming) mmm. (Dreaming). (Dreaming) woah, oh yeah. (Dreaming) mmm. (Dreaming). (Dreaming) mmm. (Dreaming). (Dreaming). . I close my eyes and see. A vision of what used to be.