Out on the trans-Canada highway. There was a girl hitchhiking with her dog. Fireflies buzzin' round her head. Like candles in the fog.. He was three miles down the road. Tryin' to stay up but he knew that he couldn't. She was looking for a ride through the night. But out there who wouldn't.. They were bound for glory. Bound for living on the edge. They were bound for each other. Like two comets heading for a bed.. She had a new way of living. New way of looking at life. He had an '84 International and two kids. He left back home with his wife.. He was tired of writin' letters to himself. And living in the dark. She was open to suggestions. And some say she had a broken heart.. He had everything he wanted. 'Til it all turned out to be a job. One fallen asleep trucker. And a girl hitchhiking with her dog.. They were bound for glory. Bound for living on the edge. They were bound for each other. Like two comets heading for a bed.. She had a new way of living. New way of looking at life. He had an '84 International and two kids. He left back home with his wife.. Out on the trans-Canada highway. The sun came climbing up the cab. By the time it hit the window they were wakin' up. From what little sleep they had.. When that heat hit the blankets. They were looking for love at second sight. Just starin' in each others' eyes. Findin' it in the mornin' light.. They were bound for glory. Bound for living on the edge. They were bound for each other. Like two blankets layin' on a bed.. She had a new way of living. New way of looking at life. He had an '84 International and two kids. He left back home with his wife..