Riding waves of sound
300 mile from Metropolitan
Grapes of wrath all around
Riding waves of sound
Breath on lines everyone’s story
Find a spot until the names are called
Times will pull in all directions
Be the barker for the traveling show
15 times from the edge of eternity
Nerves that shake have been chased away
There is a girl that I want to see
On each side of that marching drum
Riding waves of sound
300 mile from Metropolitan
Grapes of wrath all around
Riding waves of sound
Break up the old drug pound story
Tortured soul wears an ego sleeve
Heavy hearts and heavy hitters
Bards disease finds the killing floor
Straight from her two lanes of freedom
Unconquered souls delivered each day
Gasoline junkies feral diesel fiends
Looking for action on the mercy wide road
Switch to Russian 
