Rand McNally atlas, cheap coffee stain
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
Hand full 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 glows into dawn
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, the numbers ascending
Searching through static in the Wyoming plains
We danced to both times 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 dogging in frame
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 glows into dawn
I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
Falling asleep in their arms
But I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
Chasing these glows into dawn
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
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