She was born along the highway
She never even had a name
Something's spinning round inside her
Firstborn of the wind and rain
Something in her's always hungry
She's never been satisfied
Something in her's always running
To or from another fight
Clouds out on the horizon hanging heavy and low
Holding onto something so dark, ready to blow
Like a cyclone
Running the highway, tearing it all up out on your own
Like a cyclone
When you're the only, isn't it lonely, spinning alone?
She couldn't get a good thing going
Tried about a thousand times
Some part of her always knowing
In the next town it'll work out right
Sunday morning sun was blinding
Scent of black coffee strong
She ran out the door behind me
Our love, it never lasts too long
Something in the smell of the wind tells me I gotta go
Holding onto something so dark, ready to blow
Like a cyclone
Running the highway, tearing it all up out on your own
Like a cyclone
When you're the only, isn't it lonely, spinning alone?
Like a cyclone
Like a cyclone
Like a cyclone
Another disaster, just running faster out on your own
There's a calm on the highway hummin'
Like that look in your eye