SONG FOR A GIRL WHO HAS ONE

I could go east or I could go west

I can't decide which way I like best

The girl at Stuckey's her face was a mess

I could think about you but I'd just get depressed

Passing on the right a kid shoots me hello

and I'm somewhere in the middle of New Mexico

I can't push this truck over 85

and I'll never get off this highway alive

I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way

I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way again

I could turn around I could pick you up

You could ride in my truck I could show you lots of stuff

I could go north or I could go south

I can stop this car like I can shut my mouth

I have yet to find a sure thing that I don't doubt

I can't think of a thing I can safely think about

Didja ever drive at night blaring Chemical Wire?

and passing station wagons with engines on fire

it's snowing in the desert and I don't understand

I vote and I gloat but this land ain't my land

I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way

I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way again

If you were here I could look at you face

My mind wouldn't race or maybe it would

I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way

I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way again

If you were here I could look at you face

My mind wouldn't race I wouldn't feel so out of place

Down in Oklahoma and everybody wore hats

They looked at me funny so I got out of there fast

I missed a girl by missing her cats

I missed a guy with a sign that said "Mississippi Flats"