No moonlight over this one lane road tonight, but I don't care at all. I could use a bed, there's a hotel up ahead, but I don't know how far. In the backseat the smell of vinyl and wet streets must have helped you get to sleep. Inside of me I got a thousand old dreams and not one of them came for free. I know the world don't want us here, and only the wind can dry these tears. This night's a tomb but you're a patient moon waiting to flame tonight. This world's a close call, all these deserts and waterfalls, and mountains lean against the sky; shine, shine, shine, shine with me...'cause I know the world don't want us here, and only the wind can dry these tears.