New York City

leaving behind

out the window

drive



Pennsylvania

stop for a bite

it's raining

Christmas lights



west of Roanoke

Village Motel

green all around the clerk

is wasted



turn the heat up high

open the door and let the cool breeze in

Jackie's got the bed

I'm on the floor

my eyes are open



Nashville, Memphis, Arkansas

a gambler died in Russellville

no one knew his name but my dear grandma

she's in heaven

he's in hell



the slums of New Mexico

we pull in late at night

no blanket on the bed and a cracked window

I'm fully dressed and I'm awake all night



Williams, Arizona's where I want to be

for buckwheat pancakes and hot coffee

serve 'em up fresh, serve 'em up hot

we can make it to Los Angeles if we don't stop



the desert drive goes on and on

a trail of lights follows me back home

I can count the stars when we make it there

I hope to God you don't lose my trail



love

love