Gaze across the desertscape
A freshly buried hooker's grave
Put out my cigarette and then we're gone
That kind of girl can disappear
So we kept a little souvenir in a cooler on the backseat of the van
Midnite run to Houston
Long, long way to go
Midnite run to Houston
Long, long way to go
The hooker's gone, we're on our way
We move by night, sleep all day
Life gets mighty lonely on the road
When I feel heartache setting in
Caress her blueish, frozen skin
Get lost for hours in her milky eyes
Midnite run to Houston
Long, long way to go
Midnite run to Houston
Long, long way to go
Midnite run to Houston
Long, long way to go
Midnite run to Houston
Long, long way to go
