WOK - Highway Boy dalszöveg

He goes to the highway everyday
The wind is touching his bones
He feel the freedom, when he listing on the sweep
The asphalt, is grazing his knee

The feeling is infected, the highway boy
The scars don’t stop him, and he need the force
No law, no block and he just go,
The highway is his real home

The engine is below up under him
The trees are bluring next to him
He abandoned his past, and don’t care the future
He must speed up now, or never