Starlight over highway
In the middle of the road
 [bad word] to the sky of lonesome
Six glowed on the board
Silence, lights and buildings
With a hundred fifty-five
Fly outside the window
And no place to arrive

He's a Skyrider,
The Skyrider, in the night

Never saw the warning
Keeping hands on wheel
Three hundred crazy horses
In a cold designed steel
Smoking and reflection
On a lost high beam dispel
Memories attraction
Forget on road to [bad word] 

He's a Skyrider,
The Skyrider, in the night

Starlight over highway
In the middle of the road
Pools reflect the car bones
Five hour on the clock
Shine of twisted metal fire
With the fog of moon unite
But only one spark flies higher
In the shadows of the night