Shiny slant six with a twin fin jiveBlowing black smoke on the 405I rest my case on this time and placeCold wheel moving in my headFrom the first shot down to the moment I am deadI rest my mind on this place and timeBlack Ford moving slow and lazyRonnie Spector singing Be My BabyCold wheel moving in the nightFrom the first off ramp to the last red lightI rest my blood in the rain and mudCold wheel keeps rolling onYou see shapes and you see signsThe ghosts are crawling 'cross the double linesI rest my blood in the rain and mudTurn off the radio and let the wheels do the talkingWait until the fuel line breaks and then start walkingAnd everything that I thought was right it gets lost in the middle of the nightAnd everything that I thought was good it gets caught underneath the hoodAnd everything that I held dear it gets lost in the rear view mirrorAnd everything that kept me alive it's rolling like thunder on theFourOhFive