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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 Houston
Trying to call your mother 'cause she's a worrier
With a 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
And 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
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