Rand McNally

Rand McNally Lyrics

A Rand McNally atlas, cheap coffee stained
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
A handful 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 roads into dawns
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 and
Searching through static on the Wyoming plains
We danced to both kinds 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, dog-eared and frayed
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 roads into dawns
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 roads into dawns

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