On a southern highway
I drive you up to the pines June gloom in the valley
So the sun stopped to shine
Beneath the pale moon rising
You touched my hand and said - love Never stop driving
Keep on nightriding
Soft and slow
The river flows Leads to the place The wild roses grow
On a southern highway
Never arrived at the pines
You had to stay in downtown LA To keep someone satisfied
Beneath the pale moon rising
I touched your hand and said - love I never stop driving
I keep on nightriding
Soft and slow
The river flows Leads to the place The wild roses grow