Don't Lose My Trail

Don't Lose My Trail
 New York City
 leaving behind
 out the window
 drive
 Pennsylvania
 stop for a bite
 it's raining
 Christmas lights
 west of Roanoke
 Village Motel
 green all around the clerk
 is wasted
 turn the heat up high
 open the door and let the cool breeze in
 Jackie's got the bed
 I'm on the floor
 my eyes are open
 Nashville, Memphis, Arkansas
 a gambler died in Russellville
 no one knew his name but my dear grandma
 she's in heaven
 he's in hell
 the slums of New Mexico
 we pull in late at night
 no blanket on the bed and a cracked window
 I'm fully dressed and I'm awake all night
 Williams, Arizona's where I want to be
 for buckwheat pancakes and hot coffee
 serve 'em up fresh, serve 'em up hot
 we can make it to Los Angeles if we don't stop
 the desert drive goes on and on
 a trail of lights follows me back home
 I can count the stars when we make it there
 I hope to God you don't lose my trail
 love
 love