Out on the trans-Canada highway
There was a girl hitchhiking with her dog
Fireflies buzzin' round her head
Like candles in the fog
He was three miles down the road
Tryin' to stay up but he knew that he couldn't
She was looking for a ride through the night
But out there who wouldn't
They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two comets heading for the bed
She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an '84 International and two kids
He left back home with his wife
He was tired of writin' letters to himself
And living in the dark
She was open to suggestions
And some say she had a broken heart
He had everything he wanted
'Til it all turned out to be a job
One fallen asleep trucker
And a girl hitchhiking with her dog
They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two comets heading for the bed
She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an '84 International and two kids
He left back home with his wife
Out on the trans-Canada highway
The sun came climbing up the cab
By the time it hit the window they were up
>From what little sleep they had
When the heat hit the blankets
They were looking for love at second sight
Just starin' in each others' eyes
Findin' it in the early mornin' light
They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two blankets layin' on the bed
She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an '84 International and two kids
He left back home with his wife
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