“Gallon of Dreams”
They say: live each day just like it might be your last Don't put that trip on me Sometimes your tires are bald Sometimes you ain't got tires at all And sometimes - well, that's just the way it's gonna be The red wing falls down through the trees I hear the noble-woman scream She's been running her whole life On the same old gallon of gasoline (/dreams) When you're running on fumes, and your best ain't along for the ride At the close of a long, long day An old song on the radio A midnight breeze on a lonely road That's enough to take your heart away When you're running on fumes, and your best ain't along for the ride We all asked ourselves: “Where was she going that night?” Where else should she have been? Stretched out so pale and fair Broken glass in her matted hair And lips so stiff, they'd never sing again