A Rand McNally Atlas, Cheap Coffee Stained
Now, I Wouldn′t Know How To Use One With My Life At Stake
You Were Waiting On A Payphone At A Truck Stop In HoustonTrying To Call Your Mother 'cause She′s A Worrier

Handful Of Twenties In Your Overcoat
Always Rolled Into A Pillow On Some Stranger's Floor
And You Tell These Stories With Happy Endings
Only When Interrupted Before They're Over

But I Won′t Let The Light Fade
I Won′t Let The Light Fade
Chasing These Roads Into Dawns
I Won't Let The Light Fade
I Won′t Let The Light Fade
Falling Asleep In Their Arms

It Seemed These Highways Were Never-ending
Circling Odds And Evens, Their Numbers Ascending
Searching Through Static In The Wyoming Plains
We Danced To Both Types Of Music, As The Old Joke Claims

And I Wanted For Nothing, I Couldn't Rent
We Lived On Whiskey And Twizzlers And Youth′s Discontent
With This Rand McNally Atlas Dog-eared And Frayed
Like Old Testament Verses That Don't Make Sense In This Decade

Don′t Let The Light Fade
I Won't Let The Light Fade
Chasing These Roads Into Dawns
I Won't Let The Light Fade
I Won′t Let The Light Fade
Falling Asleep In Their Arms

I Won′t Let The Light Fade
I Won't Let The Light Fade
Chasing These Roads Into Dawns
And I′m Holding On, Holding On

I Won't Let The Light Fade
I Won′t Let The Light Fade
I Won't Let The Light Fade
I Won′t Let The Light Fade
I Won't Let The Light Fade
I Won't Let The Light Fade