I’m the Indian on the hood of your flying machine
I’m the headlights shining lighting up the highway to your dreams
I’m the tread on the tire
I’m the wheel in your hands
I’m the radio playing every song you know
When you’re close
I’m anywhere you want to go
I’m the town just up ahead on a map that someone drew
I’m the friend of a friend a stranger you swore you knew
I’m the sun comin’ up I’m the lines on the road
I’m the sign that leads you home
When you’re close
I’m anywhere you want to go
When you’re close