Queens Of The Stone Age

Ridin' top the floodway on a Friday night,
the landscape's a fine and nat'ral sight.
Just cruisin' slow through the dark of night.
With Precious and Grace ev'rything's all right.
Good God Almighty, we was goin' down slow,
yeah, if we knew just where we had to go.
Cryin', just a flyin' down a put out road