On the Highway - Red Flag

Come on, hold on real tight

Get on the back seat of my motorbike

I’m the rider, you’re the passenger

And the open road is our messenger

Take us away, away from here

To the desert winds where there’s miles to spare

Come on (come on), hold on (hold on)

Let’s go (let's go)

On the highway (on the highway)

Feel the wind rush through your hair

On the highway (on the highway)

All roads lead everywhere

Come on, hold on, let’s go

South of the border into Mexico

We’ll follow the coast until we’re out of gas

Then sleep on the beach in the sandy grass

We’re Heaven’s devils, a gang of two

In leather jackets, not a single tattoo

Come on (come on), hold on (hold on)

Let’s go (let's go)

On the highway (on the highway)

Feel the wind rush through your hair

On the highway (on the highway)

All roads lead everywhere