I..A hard shoulder

On our way to rock
To see the masters of thunder
Riding the two wheeled wind
Sweeping up the motor way
Faster faster you say.

Bonnie is screaming her fastest tune
Her metal heart beats at full pace
Racing with the powder
But it's beating me
Baby we are flying
Can't you see?

But it pulls us down
And sends you spinning
In to the jaws of the Artic
And we are down from the ton
All I have left is a hard shoulder to cry on.