Picture of My Dress

Here at a truck stop
 In New Mexico
 Just before dawn
 Somebody's grandma
 Behind the wheel of a big rig
 Pulling in with her headlights on
 We smoke a cigarette
 As the sunrise runs riot
 Someone's got to break the quiet
 And she says, "What are you doing here anyway?"
 And I smile and say, "You'd never guess"
 She holds it up for me
 By it's skinny white shoulder straps
 While I
 I take a picture of my dress
 I take a picture of my dress
 I'm in the bathroom
 Of a Dallas, Texas Burger King
 And Mr. Steven Tyler
 Is on the overhead speakers
 He doesn't want to miss a thing
 Out there at the counter
 Blending in with the lunchtime crowd
 Trying not to laugh out loud
 I eat half my crispy chicken club
 I get extra mayonnaise, it's a mess
 I take the other half back
 To the parking lot with me
 Pop the trunk
 And take a picture of my dress
 I take a picture of my dress
 It still looks good
 I only wore it once
 Nine years ago
 Nine years and seven months
 It may be a long while before the highway
 Decides to finally set me free
 I'm going to have to chase down the remnants
 Of something special that you stole from me
 It may be hiding in the sunset
 Or in distant corners of the dawn
 Or maybe it's gone
 But I say some prayers above the engine
 I bless everything there is to bless
 Run out of gas in the middle of nowhere anyway
 Stand there by the roadside, smiling
 And take a picture of my dress
 I take a picture of my dress
 I take a picture of my dress