Lyrics
Moonshine in the shape of a lifeline
Hasn't it been a long time since you came up for air?
Are we dancing on a fine line? Ain't it just like a smile line
To leave you standing by the roadside sign with your thumb in the air?
Oh, let the warm wind blow, and may you
Never know when the good times go rolling away
Baby, we need a holiday
On our westbound way to our day in the sun
Just leave them cursing the morning
They don't pay you to live this way
No race down here has ever been won
It won't help you to hold on tight
Read the books, you could never get it right
You're just a moment of starlight spinning out on a stone
We're getting off of the merry-go-round
Don't let the bastards get you down
We all come from lost and found to the great unknown
Oh, let the warm wind blow, and may you
Never know when the good times go rolling away
Baby, we need a holiday
On our westbound way to our day in the sun
Just leave them cursing the morning
They don't pay you to live this way
No race down here has ever been won
Oh, baby, don't we need a holiday?
On our westbound way to our day in the sun
Just leave them cursing the morning
They don't pay you to live this way
No race down here has ever been won
Living your life on the run (run)
Living your life on the run
Oh, baby
Ooh, ooh
Oh, they need a holiday
Ooh (ooh)
Hasn't it been a long time since you came up for air?
Are we dancing on a fine line? Ain't it just like a smile line
To leave you standing by the roadside sign with your thumb in the air?
Oh, let the warm wind blow, and may you
Never know when the good times go rolling away
Baby, we need a holiday
On our westbound way to our day in the sun
Just leave them cursing the morning
They don't pay you to live this way
No race down here has ever been won
It won't help you to hold on tight
Read the books, you could never get it right
You're just a moment of starlight spinning out on a stone
We're getting off of the merry-go-round
Don't let the bastards get you down
We all come from lost and found to the great unknown
Oh, let the warm wind blow, and may you
Never know when the good times go rolling away
Baby, we need a holiday
On our westbound way to our day in the sun
Just leave them cursing the morning
They don't pay you to live this way
No race down here has ever been won
Oh, baby, don't we need a holiday?
On our westbound way to our day in the sun
Just leave them cursing the morning
They don't pay you to live this way
No race down here has ever been won
Living your life on the run (run)
Living your life on the run
Oh, baby
Ooh, ooh
Oh, they need a holiday
Ooh (ooh)