I used to hate all of my dad's outlaw country bands He'd play me when I was young 'Cause they'd lie through their teeth about the lives They lead when all I wanted were honest songs But now they're anthems in the van And we're screaming them out on the highway For good luck in the bright blistering sun (Runnin' toward the light) On the shoulder of a dream I'm singing in my sleep (Runnin' toward the light) Stagger through the streets I sing it in my sleep Cream fights through truck stop coffee Here in the quiet, purple dawn Last night we played another highway bar For the first time they sang along Spray painted a (twenty up on the overpass) Like a blood pact with the drifters We've become in the soft, burgeoning sun (Runnin' toward the light) On the shoulder of a dream I'm singing in my sleep (Runnin' toward the light) Stagger through the streets I sing it in my sleep This is for Rosa and Catherine, and Mom, and Dad And this is for Robert, and Jesse, and the Thunderbird staff I'm gonna make you proud of me I'm gonna make you proud of me I'm gonna make you proud of me You ready? One, two, three, four (Runnin' toward the light) On the shoulder of a dream I'm singing in my sleep (Runnin' toward the light) Stagger through the streets I sing it in my sleep