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