© 2014 words and music Steve Pullara

Driving from the middle of nowhere,

With faith I'm gonna get there,

even if I'm riding on air,

riding on some fumes

and a prayer.

Baby, I hope to see ya soon.

If I have to rent a balloon,

I'll sail it over the moon,

whistling a tune,

Riding on some fumes and a prayer.

Oh, I ain't seen a gas pump for miles,

just cows and corn and pastures everywhere

and nothin' but the bluest skies

that remind me of your eyes

as I'm riding on some fumes and a prayer.

Soon, I'm gonna be there by your side ,

sittin' on a couch with my bride,

warm and cozy inside resting from my drive,

'cause I got home on some fumes and a prayer...

riding on some fumes and a prayer,

riding on some fumes and a prayer.