Rand McNally

A rand mcnally atlas, cheap coffee stained

Now I wouldn’t know how to use one

With my life at stake

You were waiting on a pay phone

At a truck stop in houston

Trying to call your mother ‘cause she’s a worrier

A handful of twenties in your overcoat

Always rolled into a pillow

On some stranger’s floor

And you tell these stories with happy endings

Only when interrupted

Before they’re over

But I won’t let the light fade

I won’t let the light fade

Chasing these roads into dawns

I won’t let the light fade

I won’t let the light fade

Falling asleep in their arms

It seemed these highways were never ending

Circling odds and evens

Their numbers ascending and

Searching through static on the Wyoming plains

We danced to both kinds of music

As the old joke claims

I wanted for nothing I couldn’t rent

We lived on whiskey and twizzlers

And youth’s discontent with this

Rand mcnally atlas dog-eared and frayed

Like old testament verses

That don’t make sense in this decade

Don’t let the light fade

I won’t let the light fade

Chasing these roads into dawns

I won’t let the light fade

I won’t let the light fade

Falling asleep in their arms

I won’t let the light fade

I won’t let the light fade

Chasing these roads into dawns

And I'm holding on, holding on