Your young English eyes on the highways,
climbs and dives, climbs and dives like its alive,
And the black in Indiana is leaving for Atlanta
I wonder if shell ever go anywhere, anywhere with me
From the corner of coffee and fever,
hazel and curry and your long walking worry
You say it's easier to sleep when the engine beats
And you think I'm not eating
"Yeah, what have you been reading?"
We talked over Ida and Arkansas like the country whispers to nothing near at all
And they put out the lights and I lit up the crickets
They knew I was taking you out