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.
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