On my way, bearing down
About to breach the edge of this town
Sick and tired, skin and bones
Itching for a purified sound
Six, six, sixty-nine
Like Death Valley Sixty-Nine
It's like the six, six, six
Well, the six, six, six
Yeah, the Summer of '69
Sweating red, looking up
Through the glass at the socket of the sky
No more moon to blur the eyes
No more chance to let it slip by
Doing six, six, sixty-nine
Miles per second on the road on the sky
Pushing down, pushing down - yeah, down inside
Down inside the hole in the sky
And it's so far behind
And we are set to fly
Doing six, six, sixty-nine
Nine minus four leaves just five
But six, six, six and one more
Leaves the number in the hole in the sky