johnny s out cruising down the fast food strip he rides the high wheeler ford he s down here every evening since the school let out an ordinary man would be bored johnny s got the hunger of a high school heart and a tank full of minimum wage so its six lights down six lights back pacing like a lion in a cage chorus he s running on a tether tearing at the ground trying to find a way to break the chain this howling in the distance its a captivating sound can t tell if its ecstasy or pain saturday they ll all be back again all those engines pulling all night long still makes a slow moving train they can scream out their freedom when the light turns green but they re bound to come round again standing at a distance there s the dark haired girl johnny doesn t know her name he howls his engine like a big black dog choking on his collar by his chain its lonely like hunger driven to the same old place rumble like thunder don t you think that angels hear the passion of this human race chorus saturday they ll all be back again david wilcox all rights reserved