| The air was cold that morning and the coffee tasted black |
| He said play us a song, you’re a first here, and I don’t think that’s too much |
| to ask. |
| But lonely and scared we declined here. Said maybe on my way back. |
| But I’ve got mountains to cross before moonshine, and already a weight on my back. |
| We tiptoed stumbling across at a heartbreaking speed, passed the parking lot on to the highway. |
| And to mumble one’s thoughts is a heartbreaking deed. |
| Maybe just one of you could go my way. |
| He closed his eyes on the side of a church, right side of Tennessee |
| But never slept that well next to strangers, anyway. |
| Waved goodbye to the footpath, colder now than he had grown to believe |
| One more cigarette to chase these night fears away. |
| Yes, you can take me home, but I will not buy you dinner. |
| Well, I better head back now, lack of sleep has caused my blood to grow thinner |
| And these mountain roads can be quite treacherous |
| Step back sir — I may be small, but I can put up quite a fuss right now. |
| I hate this part of town. Where every shop’s closed down. I hate this part of town. |