Ghost Driver - John Parr

Burnin up the highway, chasin shadows in the night

He was on the road to freedom, passin everything in sight

In the middle of the fast lane, on the wrong side of the road

Slipped her into fifth, and goodbye was all she wrote

Ghost driver, ghost driver in the night

Never saw the warning, of the danger up ahead

He was headin fast to nowhere, with the needle in the red

Saw a blue light in the rear view, sayin stop, but he said no

Then he saw a strange reflection, of a man he used to know

Ghost driver, ghost driver in the night

Heaven is a highway, with the Devil at the wheel

Three hundred crazy horses, in black designer steel

The neon sign said fifty, not a hundred and fifty five

But it really didn’t matter, he was learnin how to drive

Ghost driver, ghost driver in the night

He was a ghost driver, ghost driver in the night