No moonlight over this one lane road tonight, but I don't care at all.
I could use a bed, there's a hotel up ahead, but I don't know how far.
In the backseat the smell of vinyl and wet streets must have helped you get to sleep.
Inside of me I got a thousand old dreams and not one of them came for free.
I know the world don't want us here, and only the wind can dry these tears.