I used to hate all my dad's old outlaw country bands
He'd play me when I was young
'Cause they'd lie through their teeth about the lives they lead
When all I wanted were honest songs
But now they're anthems in the van
And we're screaming them out on the highway
For good luck
In the bright blistering sun
Runnin' toward the light
On the shoulder of a dream
I'm singing in my sleep
Runnin' toward the light
I stagger through the streets
I sing it in my sleep
Cream fights through truck-stop coffee here in the quiet purple dawn
Last night we played another highway bar, for the first time they sang along
Spraypaint a '20' up on the over pass
Like a blood pact for the drifters we've become
In the soft burgeoning sun
Runnin' toward the light
On the shoulder of a dream
I'm singing in my sleep
Runnin' toward the light
I stagger through the streets
I sing it in my sleep
This is for Rosa, and Catherine
And Mom and Dad
And this is for Robert, and Jesse
And the Thunderbird staff
I'm going to make you proud of me
I'm going to make you proud of me
I'm going to make you proud of me
Runnin' toward the light
On the shoulder of a dream
I'm singing in my sleep
Runnin' toward the light
I stagger through the streets
I sing it in my sleep
