The interstates and eighteen wheelers. The sketches on the rest stop bathroom stalls. I call her from a hotel pay phone. So far from it all. . The odometer is hypnotizing.
I can't tell you, so I'll scream it through the stereo. Speakers come on and turn me on. I can't tell you, so I'll scream it through the stereo. Speakers come on and turn me on.
Hot Pink rock 'n' roll, come on. . Caught the green line down at Bleeker and Broad. And now it's dropping down to thirty below. I can't feel my toes but baby, I'm on fire.
Rocks and salt, a small umbrella and I'm fine. But straight from the bottle might save me a little time. I don't need no chaser, baby, I don't need no lime.
Every days a distraction. All the animals just looking for action. And Emilys free styling rhymes. Smoking in the girls room to kill some time. . 'Cause all they want is a girl.
If you're alone and I'm alone. Let's be alone together. We can have a drink and shoot the shit. And talk about the weather. . 'Cause baby, I know this world has got you.
Hey, hey, this is everything today. You've got nothing to complain about. You've got nothing to say. So this had better be good or you'd better be quiet, yeah.