A long stretch of headlights bends into I-9. They tiptoe into truck stops. And sleepy diesel eyes. . Volcanoes rumble in the taxi. An' glow in the dark.
The most as you'll ever go. Is back where you used to know. If grown-ups could laugh this slow. Where as you watch the hour snow. Years may go by. And years may go by.
There was a Joe, leanin' on the back door. A couple Jills that had their eyes on a couple bills. Their eyes was stayin', they was waitin' to get. Their hands on some easy money.