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New York City
leaving behind
out the window
drive
Pennsylvania
stop for a bite
it's raining
Christmas lights
west of Roanoke
Village Motel
green all around the clerk
is wasted
turn the heat up high
open the door and let the cool breeze in
Jackie's got the bed
I'm on the floor
my eyes are open
Nashville, Memphis, Arkansas
a gambler died in Russellville
no one knew his name but my dear grandma
she's in heaven
he's in hell
the slums of New Mexico
we pull in late at night
no blanket on the bed and a cracked window
I'm fully dressed and I'm awake all night
Williams, Arizona's where I want to be
for buckwheat pancakes and hot coffee
serve 'em up fresh, serve 'em up hot
we can make it to Los Angeles if we don't stop
the desert drive goes on and on
a trail of lights follows me back home
I can count the stars when we make it there
I hope to God you don't lose my trail
love
love