Ran through five states steady losing track
When you find yourself gone sometimes there's no getting back
What you had you loved, you'll never find again
There's no sense returning to where you've been.
Pre-paid hotels and 8 hour drives,
Crossing the desert to reach the mountainside
Lookout on the high road gives a short respite
From the heartache and the feel of another lonely night
What you had, what you loved, you'll never find again
No sense returning, to where you've been.
Cactus in Arizona gives a cartoon wave,
And every mile I pass I see my own grave
I'm not fit to live and I'm not fit to die
My body feels heavy beneath the open sky.
What you had, what you loved, you'll never find again
No sense returning to where you been.