Out on the trans-Canada highway
There was a girl
hitchhiking with her dog
Fireflies buzzin´ round her head

Like candles in the fog.
He was three miles down the road
Tryin´ to stay up,
but he knew that he couldn´t
She was looking
for a ride through the night
But out there, who wouldn´t.
They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two comets heading for a bed.
She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an
´84 International and two kids
He left back home with his wife.
He was tired of
writin´ letters to himself

And living in the dark
She was open to suggestions
And some say
she had a broken heart.
He had everything he wanted
´Til it all
turned out to be a job
One fallen asleep trucker
And a girl
hitchhiking with her dog.
They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two comets heading for a bed.
She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an
´84 International and two kids

He left back home with his wife.
Out on the trans-Canada highway
The sun came climbing up the cab
By the time it hit the window
they were wakin´ up
From what little sleep they had.
When that heat hit the blankets
They were looking
for love at second sight
Just starin´ in each others´ eyes
Findin´ it in the mornin´ light.
They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two blankets layin´ on a bed.
She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an

´84 International and two kids
He left back home with his wife.