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