When the river don't run. And the night won't fall. When I fear the touch. Of the highway's call. When I close my eyes. And the dreams won't come. When the world has set me free.
When the river don't run and the night won't fall. When I fear the touch of the highway's call. When I close my eyes and the dreams won't come. When the world has set me free, will you still be with me, my loverman?.
She lives for the thunder, he lives for the rain. She was born in Manhattan, he grew up near Spokane. He found her sitting by the side of the road. Her long hair shining like that black Texas gold.