آهنگ: Future Trail. Big Sky Horizon. Escape.

Stop the car on 401
change the clothes
we're on the run.
Transcanadien outdoor line
Great-Lakes next
worlds turning fine.

Stop the car in Gallup heat
smell the south
that's great, indeed.
We can't get off these neon dreams
and shake the heads
to favoured beats.

And all the things, that we absorb
addicted, blinded, we are caught!

We can't stop driving
it's just an escape.
In trance and in transit
it's only escape.

Stop the car at badlands rocks
amongst the hills
and limestone blocks.
We face the winds and all the shapes
Dakotas pride
so much to take.

Stop the car near Canyonlands
we need to hike
no one prevents.
The yankee-power that we have,
America
it's freedoms cave.

We never arrive
we never can stop
it keeps us alive
it substitutes god.
And all the things, that we absorb
addicted, blinded, we are caught.


(Thanks to Mel for these lyrics)