| Song | Transcendental Highway |
| Artist | Colin Hay |
| Album | Transcendental Highway |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dale, Hay | |
| It's true yeah, horizons are unlimited | |
| It's a little challenge, the limits of your will power | |
| With a single suggestion | |
| Take it out, go on, take it out, open it up | |
| You feel so connected | |
| Now you're driving, new heights | |
| Every sense, every sense and dimension | |
| Now you're on the highway | |
| Transcendental | |
| Highway It's a response, eager, it's magnificent | |
| And you, you've been newly designed | |
| Broad shouldered, powerful, sexy | |
| You're going far beyond | |
| Way beyond your expectations | |
| It's Mother | |
| Nature, she's persuaded you | |
| She's put you in the cockpit of your dreams | |
| You're winning hands down | |
| Cos you know its the dream | |
| Mecca At a certain time each day | |
| People do not face east and | |
| Fall to their knees in prayer | |
| They drive west on | |
| Sunset One hand, one chance, one shot | |
| It's a different way that you can pray | |
| On the highway | |
| Transcendental | |
| Highway It has no beginning, it has no real end | |
| It's got its own style | |
| You never seem to get any closer to the horizon | |
| It just goes on and on and on forever | |
| So let me welcome you on this bright and sunny day | |
| You can use the carpool lane | |
| There's nothing more you have to pay | |
| To get on the highway | |
| Transcendental | |
| Highway You don't need to follow the white lines any more | |
| You can rise up, and drive over the tops of all of the other cars | |
| This is how you're driving, it's your life | |
| It's the way it was always meant to be | |
| On the highway | |
| There's no lights, you just drive on through | |
| Mind you there's still the occasional maniac | |
| But if you smile that, that special smile | |
| They'll just up and disappear in your dust | |
| The dust from the highway | |
| The Transcendental | |
| Highway Take it out, open it up, don't look back | |
| Oh and it's got its own computer |
| zuo qu : Dale, Hay | |
| It' s true yeah, horizons are unlimited | |
| It' s a little challenge, the limits of your will power | |
| With a single suggestion | |
| Take it out, go on, take it out, open it up | |
| You feel so connected | |
| Now you' re driving, new heights | |
| Every sense, every sense and dimension | |
| Now you' re on the highway | |
| Transcendental | |
| Highway It' s a response, eager, it' s magnificent | |
| And you, you' ve been newly designed | |
| Broad shouldered, powerful, sexy | |
| You' re going far beyond | |
| Way beyond your expectations | |
| It' s Mother | |
| Nature, she' s persuaded you | |
| She' s put you in the cockpit of your dreams | |
| You' re winning hands down | |
| Cos you know its the dream | |
| Mecca At a certain time each day | |
| People do not face east and | |
| Fall to their knees in prayer | |
| They drive west on | |
| Sunset One hand, one chance, one shot | |
| It' s a different way that you can pray | |
| On the highway | |
| Transcendental | |
| Highway It has no beginning, it has no real end | |
| It' s got its own style | |
| You never seem to get any closer to the horizon | |
| It just goes on and on and on forever | |
| So let me welcome you on this bright and sunny day | |
| You can use the carpool lane | |
| There' s nothing more you have to pay | |
| To get on the highway | |
| Transcendental | |
| Highway You don' t need to follow the white lines any more | |
| You can rise up, and drive over the tops of all of the other cars | |
| This is how you' re driving, it' s your life | |
| It' s the way it was always meant to be | |
| On the highway | |
| There' s no lights, you just drive on through | |
| Mind you there' s still the occasional maniac | |
| But if you smile that, that special smile | |
| They' ll just up and disappear in your dust | |
| The dust from the highway | |
| The Transcendental | |
| Highway Take it out, open it up, don' t look back | |
| Oh and it' s got its own computer |
| zuò qǔ : Dale, Hay | |
| It' s true yeah, horizons are unlimited | |
| It' s a little challenge, the limits of your will power | |
| With a single suggestion | |
| Take it out, go on, take it out, open it up | |
| You feel so connected | |
| Now you' re driving, new heights | |
| Every sense, every sense and dimension | |
| Now you' re on the highway | |
| Transcendental | |
| Highway It' s a response, eager, it' s magnificent | |
| And you, you' ve been newly designed | |
| Broad shouldered, powerful, sexy | |
| You' re going far beyond | |
| Way beyond your expectations | |
| It' s Mother | |
| Nature, she' s persuaded you | |
| She' s put you in the cockpit of your dreams | |
| You' re winning hands down | |
| Cos you know its the dream | |
| Mecca At a certain time each day | |
| People do not face east and | |
| Fall to their knees in prayer | |
| They drive west on | |
| Sunset One hand, one chance, one shot | |
| It' s a different way that you can pray | |
| On the highway | |
| Transcendental | |
| Highway It has no beginning, it has no real end | |
| It' s got its own style | |
| You never seem to get any closer to the horizon | |
| It just goes on and on and on forever | |
| So let me welcome you on this bright and sunny day | |
| You can use the carpool lane | |
| There' s nothing more you have to pay | |
| To get on the highway | |
| Transcendental | |
| Highway You don' t need to follow the white lines any more | |
| You can rise up, and drive over the tops of all of the other cars | |
| This is how you' re driving, it' s your life | |
| It' s the way it was always meant to be | |
| On the highway | |
| There' s no lights, you just drive on through | |
| Mind you there' s still the occasional maniac | |
| But if you smile that, that special smile | |
| They' ll just up and disappear in your dust | |
| The dust from the highway | |
| The Transcendental | |
| Highway Take it out, open it up, don' t look back | |
| Oh and it' s got its own computer |