Air Supply - The Vanishing Race

(Graham Russell/Michael Sherwood/Larry Antonino) Sun, I can't slow you down Run, build on sacred ground All of the leavesd have blown away Ghosts on a distant highway In a vanishing race Sleep, if your eyes must close Weep, over a poisoned rose Soon all the tears will blow away Dust on a distant highway In the vanishing race Fly, closer to the sun Fight, 'till your world is one Soon all the stars will burn away Ghosts on a different highway In the vanishing race Oh, shall we sleep tonight Take all your dreams and drive away Smoke on a distant highway >From the vanishing race