I've got a restless heart burning up inside my bones Just a kid looking out the window of a rusted, run-down mobile home Warm eyes and a crooked smile, radio droning on and on Don't hold back, don't hesitate 'Cause we've got fire, it's in our blood Goddamn this restless heart, keeping me up through the night I'm flying down the interstate in the same old car that I used to drive Gold dust in the desert air, radio droning on and on