after three nights in jail I head north from Toyahvale switched to two eighty five in Pacos head up to the Red Bluff my walk's real steady and my eyes are real cold but i always feel like I'm sixteen years old lost in a travel lodge with the television on with the sound down I don't feel so tough old issues of sunset magazine to read sleep for twelve hours dream about home
I have no place to go so i drive up to new mexico fix my eyes in the rear view when I cross the state line and i panic i guess and although it's quite late take the first exit to one twenty eight I am coming back to midland I hope you won't mind polaroids of the two of us scattered on the passenger seat I drive slowly and evenly and I dream about home