| Some dreams are made for children |
| But most grow old with us And when the air can hope to hold on And to the ground from dust to rust. |
| Burning lights in the desert |
| Such a sign only you would know |
| Your running tyres, they’re out of pressure |
| Such a sign only you would know |
| And I’ve been a long haul driver |
| Moving things but the cops don’t know |
| Now I can see the writing |
| You are the last of the buffalo |
| Burning lights in the desert |
| Such a sign only you would know |
| Your running tyres, they’re out of pressure |
| Such a sign only you would know. |
| Now I’ve been to California |
| And I’ve been to New South Wales |
| Sometimes I, I pull over |
| When I realise I’ve left no trace |
| Burning lights in the desert |
| Such a sign only you would know |
| Your running tyres, they’re out of pressure |
| Such a sign only you would know |