out on the trans-canada highway
there was a girl hitchhiking with her dog
fireflies buzzin´ round her head
like candles in the fog.
he was three miles down the road
tryin´ to stay up, but he knew that he couldn´t
she was looking for a ride through the night
but out there, who wouldn´t.
they were bound for glory
bound for living on the edge
they were bound for each other
like two comets heading for a bed.
she had a new way of living
new way of looking at life
he had an ´84 international and two kids
he left back home with his wife.
he was tired of writin´ letters to himself
and living in the dark
she was open to suggestions
and some say she had a broken heart.
he had everything he wanted
´til it all turned out to be a job
one fallen asleep trucker
and a girl hitchhiking with her dog.
they were bound for glory
bound for living on the edge
they were bound for each other
like two comets heading for a bed.
she had a new way of living
new way of looking at life
he had an ´84 international and two kids
he left back home with his wife.
out on the trans-canada highway
the sun came climbing up the cab
by the time it hit the window they were wakin´ up
from what little sleep they had.
when that heat hit the blankets
they were looking for love at second sight
just starin´ in each others´ eyes
findin´ it in the mornin´ light.
they were bound for glory
bound for living on the edge
they were bound for each other
like two blankets layin´ on a bed.
she had a new way of living
new way of looking at life
he had an ´84 international and two kids
he left back home with his wife.