Some dreams are made for children

But most grow old with us

And when the air can hope to hold on

And to the ground from dust to rust.

Burning lights in the desert

Such a sign only you would know

Your running tyres, they're out of pressure

Such a sign only you would know

And I've been a long haul driver

Moving things but the cops don't know

Now I can see the writing

You are the last of the buffalo

Burning lights in the desert

Such a sign only you would know

Your running tyres, they're out of pressure

Such a sign only you would know.

Now I've been to California

And I've been to New South Wales

Sometimes I, I pull over

When I realise I've left no trace

Burning lights in the desert

Such a sign only you would know

Your running tyres, they're out of pressure

Such a sign only you would know.