| See the moon, see it shining |
| said the man behind the wheel, |
| up on that mountain, steady rolling steamtruck driving man |
| he was riding on that lonesome long forgotten track. |
| By his side sat a young woman |
| hitched a ride just down the road |
| and she was smoking a cigarette, talking all out of her head |
| she was riding on that lonesome long forgotten track |
| They rode along through the moonlit night |
| singing songs about their long lost love |
| and it was just about that time the man said, «this is as far as you go», |
| and he was riding on that lonesome long forgotten track |
| «gotta make a turn just down that road», |
| said the man as he waved goodbye |
| and then he rode off into the night, sparks and flames running wild |
| he was riding on that lonesome long forgotten track |
| And the wolves they started howling |
| and the moon turned cherryred, |
| oh it was too late as she met her fate down in El Diablo land |
| she was riding on that lonesome long forgotten track |
| she was riding on that lonesome long forgotten track |
| she was riding on that lonesome long forgotten track |