the city skyline sleeps from afar

the country highway winds in the dark 

the hills roll by like the stars

and the road keeps moving below the cars

but there’s nothing as empty as gasoline

and there’s nothing as free as the breeze

but if the thought of what you’re missing 

is more than who your kissing 

then you can kiss your missus goodbye

love and joy must be abundant where you fly 

where the gold and all the diamonds hide

the winds must blow far and wide 

the time must unwind on the vine

because there’s nothing as empty as gasoline

and nothing’s as free as the breeze 

but if the thought of what you’re missing 

is more than who you’re kissing, then

you can kiss your missus goodbye 

the music must be good where you are 

the songs must make you feel like a star 

the dreams must be made of the dust 

the days must be filled to the cusp

because there’s nothing as empty as gasoline

but nothing’s as free as the breeze 

but if the thought of what you’re missing 

is more than who you’re kissing, then 

you can kiss your missus goodbye