Let me go. Miles away. Let me ride. Just miles away. Don't wanna know. I'm not gonna miss it much. Gonna be drivin' once again. Don Juan goes up in a cloud of smoke. And all those Hare Krishnas turned out to be a joke. And it's restless, restless, restless all the time. Slidin' up and down the surface of this life. Now I know that I can't say what's black and white. But if I could fly I think I'd try tonight.