In the midday sun Saint Arkansas Oh, the mighty road US 49 wrote Not Fade Away.
In the cool of the shade of Helena Bridge How do you know? Why do you tease Lula so? DeSoto?
Oh-oh, de soto voce.
I don't want to know why I need you if I love you I don't want to know why I've lost you if I love you I don't want to know why I miss you if I love you I don't want to know why I found you if I love you.
In the withered heart of the modern man is there no hope to find that some things are worthy? Worthy holy or true?
I wear a suit and, honey, I wear a tie Yeah yeah yeah I'm gonna look good each and every day I say goodbye I love that highway US 322.
Six miles south of Meadville all bare cinderblocks sitting there is Moose Lodge 2505 Outside there's a sign that says Good Cod Dinner Fridays $5.95 Good Steakeye Dinner Saturdays $5.95 It says Welcome You are welcome...
To the crazy green of the midsummer nowhere Yeah yeah yeah Mr In-Between is showing up fair Four-square I love that highway US 322.
I saw stars in strange constellations trapped inside the blackness of never ending night seen through the pearly luminescence of shatterproof glass framed by the wrong side of green velour and maybe it felt like home Maybe for just a little while.
I love that road I love the way it yields to me Yeah yeah yeah It sorta breathes and whispers out my name that's how it feels I love that highway US 322.
At Nervous Charlie Fireworks & Beer my baby told me she will not drink whiskey I have been informed She will not be warmed and in Lisbon it seems there was a car full of dreams. At Nervous Charlie Fireworks & Beer my baby told me she will not drink whiskey Its dark liquid flame does not appeal to her and in Lisbon it seems there was a car full of dreams. In Lisbon it seems there was a carful of dreams All of them nameless Some of them shameless.
At Nervous Charlie Fireworks & Beer my baby done told me she does not feel frisky I have been informed that she will not be warmed by dark liquid eyes which do not appeal to her.
Au clare de lune A monstrous spittoon hangs in the air while time moves slowly and chases each moment each shaped discretely each one a bead So many beads on the string that binds me that binds me to you.
My brother Danny works in a zoo He travels there daily for something to do and chases each moment each shaped discretely each one a bead So many beads on the string that binds me that binds me to you.
And time began to move so slow I could see each moment like it was a bead Each moment.
She used to say Dear, talk to me please but I'd say to her, My mind is a bank so many pearls to keep She said, Cut the crap, honey that binds me That binds me to you.