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.
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.