after three nights in jail i
head north from toya vail
switched to two eighty five in pacos
head up to the redbluff
my walk's real steady
and my eyes are real cold but i
always feel like i'm sixteen years old
lost in a travel lodge
with the telivison on with the sound down
i don't feel so tough
old issues of sunset magizine
to read
sleep for twelve hours
dream about you
i have no place to go
so i drive up to new mexico
fix my eyes in the rear view
when i pull up to the state line
and i pack i guess
and although it's quite late
take the first exit to one twenty eight
i am
coming back to midland
i hope you won't mind
polaroids of the two of us
scattard on the passenger seat
i drive slowly
and evenly
and i dream about home