Passing along by the gold city lights.
A girl at the edge of 19.
Black of the night clashed upon her facade.
A vision in tangerine.
Her only true friend was an old set of tires.
The night that she christened the car
Was the same that she left her old life far behind.
The Tangerine Kid and Dark Star.
Looking out a window through the dust and the debris.
Fires dying out among the stones.
Bid a little farwell and shift it into gear, and drive into the den of the wolf.
Chasing the unknown, the wilderness where we will belong.
Bid a little farwell and shift it into gear, and drive into the den of the wolf.
They ride on the edge, but dark star is ready for the plunge.
Tonight she won't race but later would make
A pilgrimage unto the sea.
Where the air feels electric.
The power to spark both fear and ecstasy.
The stones they were rising from the edge of the Earth.
A place where a spirits reside.
The echoes of engines on a clear desert night.
A high octane lullaby.