We headed straight south in a sundown light. On highway 61 through the delta night. We shared the backroads with cardsharks and grifters. Tent show evangelists and Luke the Drifter.
The letter that I sent to you. Was it lost in the mail?. Then tell me why there's no reply?. Where can she be tonight?. As I lay here in the dark. And I reach for you, I long for you.