of town and I never could get in.
So I turned to traveling around where the
nights fade and the days begin.
They called me a hobo but I never
took that name and they called
Told me a pilgrim, but I was not to blame
Trying to put a hurry up on
To go home early that day
Till it was just me and my cellmate
And then he started laughing, saying,
Let me guess, you're not the guy.
He offered me a cigarette.
As I reached, he pulled away, saying,
You never get a last request
Her eyes, were flawed diamonds,
she said, that's the price of fame
But all the girls are beautiful,
all the women look the same
And all the men come courting
me because I'm the final one
And they give their names so quietly,
just like you might have done
And names are just the final thing
And you'll pass yours on so willingly when
But I heard her sing a melody
from a window in the jail
And I knew the day I broke out
Expecting nothing more than
Staring into my heart with the eyes of
Wondering if I'd return again,
but it don't work out that way
Once you've turned your back and the
Plains, with nowhere left to go
The road was full of nothing,
and the sky was full of snow
I've seen this road before,
in the sun and rain and wind
But I don't need it anymore,
For whatever the next motel costs,
And I'll hide out till I hear that