I was driving doing nothing

On the shores of Great Salt Lake

When they put it on the airI put it in the hammer lane

I soon forgot myself

And I forgot about the brake

I forgot about all laws

And I forgot about the rain

They were talking on the 9

And all across the amy band

Across the road they were turning around

And headed south with me

It got so crowded on the road

I started driving in the sand

My head was feeling scared

But my heart was feeling free

The desert turned to mud

It seems that everybody heard

Everybody was remembering

To forget they had the chills

Then I heard the voices on a broadcast

From up on the bird

They were getting interviewed

By some good man whose name was Bill

I′m almost there to Vegas

Where they're puttin′ on a show

They've come so far

I've lived this long, at least

I must just go and say hello