Booth Of Glass

I change my dollar for a dime
 Walk the shoulder
 To the pay phone line
 By the roadside bar
 On a neon night
 I pull up my collar in the wind
 Warm my hand
 And the pocket tears again
 I hear a jukebox start
 It's got a bass drum heart
 Just once
 Just once I'd like to find you
 Just once
 Just once I'd like to find you
 Home
 Rain comes pouring down again
 I wach a kid
 Cross the highway where it bends
 By the all night mart
 He disappears into the dark
 A man and woman step ouside
 More like they stumble out
 Looking for a ride
 I see a face light up
 He takes a drag on the cigarette stub
 Just once
 Just once I'd like to find you
 Just once
 Just once I'd like to find you
 Home
 Out on the South Dakota plain
 They watch the sun set
 And watch it rise again
 They got no Great Divide
 Nowhere in the world to hide
 2, 000 miles and half a dozen days
 I drop that dime
 Like I'm dropping down to pray
 It's all a distant past
 Calling from a Booth of Glass
 Just once
 Just once I'd like to find you
 Just once
 Just once I'd like to find you
 Home