Ronnie, my life
It took a few turns, sort of jackknifed
Play my guitar in the dark
Staring at the afterlife

3 in the morning
Lafayette in the headlights
But exit 91 is closed

Stevie, my friend
I’m sitting at the same crossroads again
Thinking ‘bout going left or right
Should I turn back instead?

Stevie, you said
You’d give me the nerve to clear my head
But I stumble around this town
My soul underfed

4 in the morning
Laredo is sound asleep
And I need gasoline again

Take me in, brush my hair
Patch my green jeans & underwear
Soak my head in whisky and gin
Burn my roadmaps, wash away my sin
Wash away my sin

Maybe I’m wrong
But what if I’m right (does it wreck this song?)
Lay my head upon the rails
Wind so strong

All of these years
I wanted to fly through my fears
But seagulls in the sky
Always seem to disappear

3 in the morning
Lafayette in the headlights
Exit 91 is closed again

4 in the morning
Laredo is sound asleep
I need gasoline again

5 in the morning
Idiots on the radio
And my coffee’s cold again

Take me in, brush my hair
Patch my green jeans & underwear
Soak my head in whisky and gin
Burn my roadmaps, wash away my sin
Pick me up, whisper my name
Take away this highway, take away my pain
Take away my shame