Bound For Glory

Out on the trans-Canada highwayThere was a girlhitchhiking with her dogFireflies buzzin' round her headLike candles in the fog.He was three miles down the roadTryin' to stay up,but he knew that he couldn'tShe was lookingfor a ride through the nightBut out there, who wouldn't.They were bound for gloryBound for living on the edgeThey were bound for each otherLike two comets heading for a bed.She had a new way of livingNew way of looking at lifeHe had an'84 International and two kidsHe left back home with his wife.He was tired ofwritin' letters to himselfAnd living in the darkShe was open to suggestionsAnd some sayshe had a broken heart.He had everything he wanted'Til it allturned out to be a jobOne fallen asleep truckerAnd a girlhitchhiking with her dog.They were bound for gloryBound for living on the edgeThey were bound for each otherLike two comets heading for a bed.She had a new way of livingNew way of looking at lifeHe had an'84 International and two kidsHe left back home with his wife.Out on the trans-Canada highwayThe sun came climbing up the cabBy the time it hit the windowthey were wakin' upFrom what little sleep they had.When that heat hit the blanketsThey were lookingfor love at second sightJust starin' in each others' eyesFindin' it in the mornin' light.They were bound for gloryBound for living on the edgeThey were bound for each otherLike two blankets layin' on a bed.She had a new way of livingNew way of looking at lifeHe had an'84 International and two kidsHe left back home with his wife.