Vārdi: John Waite. I-95.

In the cruel month gray morning
I woke up freezing cold
To possibly start over
Before the day got old

To my anger in my solitude
I had to say goodbye
So I turned on my ignition
No reason to deny

I-95, alright

From the canyons on the sidewalks
Where the Wall Street banners fly
To the farmlands and the deserts
And the flying saucer skies

To the running of the life lines
The highway spirits rhyme
There's a voice that speaks
So clear to me and says

I-95, yeah

And I say, hey, hey, hey, yeah
I'm so glad I'm alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so glad I can drive
Burning down I-95, yeah

It's a simple song of freedom
And it feels like deja vu
Tai Jean knew about it
John Lennon sang it too

It's the ringing bell of truth
And free speech on the radio
It's there in the Constitution
It's little sister, it's called rock 'n roll
And she's alright

And I sing, hey, hey, hey, yeah
I'm so glad I'm alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so glad I can drive
Burning down I-95

Yeah, yeah, I'm so glad I can drive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so glad I'm alive
Burning down I-95

Yeah, I-95, she's alright
I-95 in daylight
I-95 at nighttime too

She's alright, she's alright
She's alright, she's alright
Yeah, said, she's alright