SUMMER ROAD On the horizon Beneath the weather Between the gold fields A flash of chrome and leather Is there nothing there? Is there nothing there? Just a rider, a lonely rider On a summer road This is where the air sings This is where the gods call Hear them in the rushing wind That blows down these great halls Is there nothing there? Is there nothing there? Just a rider, a lonely rider On a summer road Is there a mirror to the motion Reflections of questioning eyes? As we're leaning through the slow curves Is that a winding trail in the sky? Or is there nothing there? This is where the screen fades This is where the heart stops This is where the truth hits Skid marks on the black top Skid marks on the black top Is there nothing there? Is there nothing there? Just a rider, a lonely rider, on a summer road Ride, ride the summer road