He was driving down the highway,
he was alone,
His favourite record on the tape deck blasting, really loud
ten moving boxes in the back seat of that German car.
(He was leaving)
Looking for the sun.
Looking for the sun.
He was crying
thinking 'bout what he left behind.
He took the mirrors off
and turned the volume way up
he watched the lines go by
under that noisy engine.
Looking for the sun.
Looking for the sun.
(Gracias a e por esta letra)