I'm driving the highway, making my way day down to Santa Fe I'm gonna sleep in the hills I'm gonna run through the valleys As always, thinking of you
The turquoise and silver on the bank of a river where I give to her twenty dollars for two pretty little earrings, I'm always thinking of you
I'm driving out west to New Mexico in my 1998 Volvo trying to find someplace I'd rather be caught on a thorn of my rose in Tennessee
I'm driving along and I roll the windows down and the wind starts whipping around my head and I hear the sound of my baby's voice say "Come back home" I'm always thinking of you
But I keep on keepin' on turn my headlights on and I drive til dawn til the sun burns red Like the hair on your head, I'm always thinking of you Oh
Driving out west to New Mexico in my 1998 Volvo trying to find someplace I'd rather be but caught in the thorns of my rose in Tennessee