405 - Steve Wynn

Shiny slant six with a twin-fin jive

Blowing black smoke on the 405

I rest my case on this time and place

Cold wheel moving in my head

From the first shot down to the moment I am dead

I rest my mind on this place and time

Black Ford moving slow and lazy

Ronnie Spector singing «Be My Baby»

Cold wheel moving in the night

From the first off-ramp to the last red light

I rest my blood in the rain and mud

Cold wheel keeps rolling on

You see shapes and you see signs

The ghosts are crawling 'cross the double lines

I rest my blood in the rain and mud

Turn off the radio and let the wheels do the talking

Wait until the fuel line breaks and then start walking

And everything that I thought was right, it gets lost in the middle of the night

And everything that I thought was good, it gets caught underneath the hood

And everything that I held dear, it gets lost in the rear view mirror

And everything that kept me alive, it’s rolling like thunder on the

Four

Oh

Five