No moonlight over this one lane road tonight, but I don't care at all.
I could use a bed, there's a hotel up ahead, but I don't know how far.
In the backseat the smell of vinyl and wet streets
must have helped you get to sleep.
Inside of me I got a thousand old dreams and not one
of them came for free.
I know the world don't want us here,
and only the wind can dry these tears.
This night's a tomb but you're a patient moon waiting to flame tonight.
This world's a close call,
all these deserts and waterfalls,
and mountains lean against the sky; shine,
shine, shine, shine with me.
..'cause I know the world don't want us here,
and only the wind can dry these tears.