Cruising the 51

Cruising the 51
we're not the onlyone
There are others going home,
going to work
or going on.

Somewhere yet unknown
just going with the flow
There's someone feeling bad
feeling sad
or laughing mad

Western road under my rubber feet
Driving there with my own fleet
Coming back God knows when
But when I'm there I know it then

Now there is just only us
not even a single bus
No traffic jams
busy hands or
cruising bands

We're all alone and
now it's not for long
that I show you the end of our road