Rand McNally

A Rand McNally atlas, cheap coffee stained

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 dawns

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, their numbers ascending

Searching through static in the Wyoming plains

We danced to both types 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 don't make sense in this decade

Don't let the light fade

I won't let the light fade

Chasing these roads into dawns

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 dawns

And 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