Highway Man

The roads are ribbons running through the moonlight
Bright violet light flick, the Highwayman comes riding
Riding, riding, riding, riding
You see his coat of clay velvet
You hear the rhythm of his heartbeat
When he comes riding, riding, riding, riding

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Now let me tell you that the lawless are not lawless
But they do ride down cold backs
And those man's laws, they orbit around his love for a woman
She is waiting at the roadhouse, waiting for her loved one
Tying a blood-red love knot in her long black hair
Leaning out the window into the pulsing air
And she is longing to be riding, riding, riding

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

And now the cops have called in, the cops have been
The cops are looking for him
And now a man on bloody duty and a woman's fair beauty
Chase the red man on skeleton dagger
They try to kill her, she pulls the trigger
Shoots them down one and one, no one is new to give a gun
And now society, where the authorities are sickened!

Now she is running, now she is running
And he is riding down the highway
In the lightning, in the lightning
His love blood flowing, her love blood pouring
Down the highway, down the highway, down the highway

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah