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.

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

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!