She used to sit in the passenger seat. Tappin' on the dash with her bare feet. Poppin' that gum and paintin' her toenails blue. She'd turn on the radio and crank it up.
Runnin' down the interstate. Coffee drippin' down my leg. Every day I'm runnin' late. Gettin' slapped around by the hands of time. . Next lane there's a pick-up.
Columbus said the world was round. Back when everyone said it was flat. Just between me and you and the man in the moon. Baby, it ain't anything like that.
She saw the ragged edge of nowhere from a fast moving train. Watched the scenery fly by with a fever in her brain. Seemed like a good time at the time, rolling down that track.
(John Scott/Bob DiPiero). . Go on and go if you've grown tired of me. And I'll just become someone you left behind. I think I know what you really need.
I reckon there's one near your hometown. An old cinder block building looks a-half torn down. Just hang a left down the lost highway. Keep going till you see the signs that say.