Baby sleeps in the luggage rack
Right over my chair
Yet another hundred miles to go
And we'll be there
I hear the singing of the wheels
Steel on steel, how good it feels
Right above me, in her case
She's singing softly; she covibrates

Once more it's up tot the two of us
Wherever I lose my hat
That's home sweet home to me
No walls no more between them and us
To do our thing, baby and me
We've got to be free

Someday they'll do away
With bounderies languages and religions
Someway one bright day
They'll cease to release
Their Silly threats on you
When they'll finally start enjoying
The privilege to be true