Well, I rolled and I tumbled, Cried the whole night long. Well, I told my baby, Before I left that town. Owww, oww ooo, aww, oww, oh. Well, if the river was whiskey, And I was a divin' duck. Well, I could a had a religion, This bad old thing instead.

Who am I? Who am I? When I don't know myself Another day I was already missing Before the night I left Of painted walls and football on the TV No one sees me I fade away

"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started" "Isn't it unsafe to travel at night?" "It'll be a lot less safe to stay here, your father's gunna pick up our trail before long" "Can Loca ride?" "Yeah, I can ride, Margaret, time to go!

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight Before the bleeding sun comes alive Here's hoping we collide I want to make the best of what is left hold tight Eyes make their peace in difficulties with wounded lips and salted cheeks. And finally we step to leave