Lyrics:

After three nights in jail, I head north from Toyaville
Switch to 285 in Pecos, head up to Red Bluff

My walk's real steady and my eyes are real cold
When I feel like I'm only 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 rearview when I cross the stateline
And I panic I guess
And although it's quite late
I take the first exit to 128
I am coming back to Midland and I hope you won't mind

Polaroids of the two of us
Scattered on the passenger seat
I drive slowly and eat early
And I dream about home