Driving down the highway of the devil, Through the southern Arizona desert, Hot winds blowing through the barren land, Saguaro cacti standing tall and grand. Legends tell of a ghostly figure, Roaming these desolate roads at night, Eyes glowing in the darkness, A spectral presence giving travelers a fright. Whispers of lost souls in the desert, Haunting the highway with their sorrow, Seeking redemption in the moonlit night, Their voices carried on the desert wind. The road stretches on...