Rand McNally

Rand McNally atlas, cheap coffee stain
Now, I wouldn't know how to use one
With my life at stake
You were waiting on a payphone
At a truck stop in Houston
Trying to call your mother
'Cause she's a worrier
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 dawn
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, the numbers ascending
Searching through static in the Wyoming plains
We danced to both kinds of music, as the old joke claims
And 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 make sense sense in this decade

Don't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
Chasing these roads into dawn
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 dawn

Now I'm holding on, holding on

I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade