I used to hurry a lot. I used to worry a lot. I used to stay out 'til the break of day. Oh, that didn't get it. It was high time I quit it. I just couldn't carry on that way.
It wasn't really sad the way they said good-bye. Or maybe it just hurt so bad she couldn't cry. He packed his things, walked out the door and drove away.
Way outta town on some midnight highway. Headed nowhere, was just drivin' by myself. The night was cold, the wind was blowin'. Me, I felt like I was someone else.
Lonely girl, rainy night. Lookin' for that number. She needs someone to treat her right. . There's plenty of men she could call. But she wants him most of all.
Blues outside my door. I don't even know if it's raining. But I've been here before. And I don't wanna be here again. . Ev'ry now and then. voices on the wind.