Hey well I’m on my way
To see you, my sweet Rene
Nickel served on a dime
They say I’ve done my time
They say I’m getting out today

Everything I own fits in the trunk of my Bel Air
I taped your picture to the dashboard light
Your number’s disconnected but I’m hopin you still live
Down on Second Street, Third House on the right

My wiper blade is broken
But pretty soon these clouds are bound to break
A lesser man might find himself hopeless
A man who has never kissed your face

Highway one Red River Roadhouse
I’ll just get myself a taste then I’ll go
20 miles outside city limits
I’m drinking to the chance
that you’ll be home

/back