Highway in the sun, you're not the only one.
Highway in the sun, I'm gonna drive right out of here.
Burn my pretty sun you always know the way is clear.
Past the emerald lake, past the swans along the shore,
To the other mountain where I made it once before.
You don't have to go right now,
You don't have to go too far,
I don't have to go back north,
I don't have to drive that car.
Highway in the sun, I'm gonna drive right out of here.
Burn my pretty sun you always know the way is clear.
And I always think of ones I meet in other towns,
Folks who never bone you in the street or put you down.