Letras
Like your last lullaby
Before I hit the road
Always hate those short goodbyes
Headed out one month of shows
A sunny day, your business suit
I drive off this is hard for you
Cuz you know I'm always chasing something
I come back and reminisce
'Bout desert winds and acid trips
And the Open Road
Looking up, late night
Clear sky, New Mexico
Holy ground beneath my feet
Another day a mystery
Headed out some place that we don't know
All I know is we'll be there soon
Dancing with strangers in an old country saloon
Looking up, late night
Clear sky, New Mexico
Looking up, late night
Clear sky, under the brightness of the moon
The darkness and those long days
They sure were tiring, so I fell asleep to you
The open road may be calling
But it means nothing, if I'm not coming home to you
Looking up, late night
Clear sky, New Mexico