Junior's on the bottle
and me, well I'm just the same
Morning headaches and fading dreams
caught in a web I can't contain
I hate to leave you baby
in the eye of the storm
but I can offer no shelter,
no I can offer no more
I'm crying in the night
and sleepless from the pain
confused about what makes love right
when it never stays the same
the interstates of Illinois
promising a better day
Mississippi valley in the rear view gone
and Iowa takes the state
and the winds of Nebraska
they pour across my face
lonely roads roads for lonely hearts
a new life waiting on the greatest plains
and the mountains of Wyoming
gather on an open range
the brass is not paying for peace of mind

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