White Lines

my eyes are peeled but my mind won’t yield
to the white lines on the road…

there’s a face talking at me
but I don’t know his name
he don’t know how he got here
or why he even came
the floor and ceiling are spinning
my fast decline has slowed
the bartender pours me a free one
a toast for the open road

I’ve got eight beers behind me
and six exits left to go
my eyes are peeled but my mind won’t yield
to the white lines on the road…

the night is getting darker
the lights so bright they glow
I can remember everything she said
if I forget everything else I know
dodging raindrops through my haze
swaying back and across I’ve won it and lost
in a game too costly to play

I can’t remember anything she said
as long as I take it all in
and then let it go to my head…

I’ve got eight beers behind me
and a long way to go
my mind is peeled but my eyes won’t yield
to the white lines on the road