The good news out here on the highway
Is the speed limit's just a suggestion
But the bad news out here on the highway
Is I'm praying for some two-car congestion

It's the path of least resistance
I can measure my distance by a marathon runner's nightmare
I've got two states behind me,
I don't need you to remind me I'm still not getting anywhere

And there's a cold wind blowin' in Wyoming
'Cause there's no-one here to tell it otherwise
And free hot coffee for the number six driver
Virginia in my eyes. Virginia in my eyes.

There are wires in the middle of an ocean
Making static and electric noise
But I can talk to you across an ocean
Making far away human voices

But I cannot see the morning
and the vision I am forming's of a long-locked, never-ending night
I've got two states behind me, and I'm needing you to find me
And deliver me clean and whole, and morning bright

And there's a cold wind blowin' in Wyoming
'Cause there's no-one here to tell it otherwise
And free hot coffee for the number six driver
Virginia in my eyes. Virginia in my eyes.

Well the good news out here on the highway
Is that everything in life is a suggestion
But the bad news alone on the highway
Is each question just begs another question

And there's a cold wind blowin' in Wyoming
'Cause there's no-one here to tell it otherwise
And free hot coffee for the number six driver
Virginia in my eyes. Virginia in my eyes.