The good news out here on the highway   Is the speed limit's just a suggestion   But the bad news out here on the highway   Is I'm praying for some two-car congestion      It's the path of least resistance   I can measure my distance by a marathon runner's nightmare   I've got two states behind me,   I don't need you to remind me I'm still not getting anywhere      And there's a cold wind blowin' in Wyoming   'Cause there's no-one here to tell it otherwise   And free hot coffee for the number six driver   Virginia in my eyes. Virginia in my eyes.      There are wires in the middle of an ocean   Making static and electric noise   But I can talk to you across an ocean   Making far away human voices      But I cannot see the morning   and the vision I am forming's of a long-locked, never-ending night   I've got two states behind me, and I'm needing you to find me   And deliver me clean and whole, and morning bright      And there's a cold wind blowin' in Wyoming   'Cause there's no-one here to tell it otherwise   And free hot coffee for the number six driver   Virginia in my eyes. Virginia in my eyes.      Well the good news out here on the highway   Is that everything in life is a suggestion   But the bad news alone on the highway   Is each question just begs another question      And there's a cold wind blowin' in Wyoming   'Cause there's no-one here to tell it otherwise   And free hot coffee for the number six driver   Virginia in my eyes. Virginia in my eyes.