Story Behind the Song
The story is a dream:
It is about flying down the road on a endless highway, the eagle flies with the bike, on a summers night in a desert.
Lyrics
Riding on the highway it is half eleven, thinking about how things never get done,
I reached for my bottle and sung to the night sky,
Riding on the wings of the road x2
Night time I like the best,
seems like I never rest,
with that old eagle rising up ahead,
though I never wanted more than a home with a open door,
Riding on the wings of the road x2
chorous
Will I ever find
Big white pearly gates x2
Tell me brother , tell me sister x2
Will I ever find , big white pearly gates
Riding on the wings of the road x2
Never did I settle down,
never did I fool around,
never did I ever make up my mind,
though I never wanted more than a home with a open door,
Riding on the wings of the road x4
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