And in the wild desert sun
we drove straight on through the night.
We rode the fever out of Austin,
dreamed of California lights.
Come July, we'll ride the ferris wheel--
go 'round and 'round and 'round--
and if you never let me go,
well, I will never let you down.
And you know the summer always brought in
all those wild and reckless breezes,
and in the backseats we just tried to find
some room for our knees.