Where you going. with your head hung down. Papers blowin' through the streets of town. They've already taken all. of your posters down. Didn't take 'em long once.
When you land in Paris and they wave you right through. Though your passport picture, doesn't look much like you. They don't look at your luggage, they don't look at your face.
Look off down the highway. at the glittering lights. Like windshield glass. on the shoulder tonight. As the diesels come. grinding on up from the plains.
Where'd you go last night?. I never heard you leaving. I woke up in such a fright. When I could no longer feel you breathing. . And I could smell the rain from the storm blowing in.