Gone Ridin' — Chris Isaak

Well the moon is on the highway, darkness fills the sky. As long as I keep driving, I know that I won't die.

And I'm gone, gone, gone. Gone Ridin'.

Well I broke up with my baby, told myself I won't cry. Broke up with my baby, told myself a lie.

And I'm gone, gone, gone. Gone Ridin'. Get gone Cal.

Well the moon is on the highway, darkness fills the sky. As long as I keep driving, I know that I won't die.

And I'm gone, gone, gone. Gone Ridin'. Gone Ridin'.