the heat is so great
it plays tricks with the eye
it turns the road to water

and then from water to sky
and there's a crack in the concrete floor
and it starts at the sink

there's a bathroom in a gas station
and i've locked myself in it to think


and back in the city
the sun bakes the trash on the curb
the men are pissing in doorways

and the rats run in herds
i've got a dream of your face
that scares me awake

i put too much on my table
and now i got too much a stake


and i might let you off easy
yeah i might lead you on
i might wait for you to look for me

and then i might be gone
where i come from and where i'm going
and i'm lost in between

i might go up to that phone booth
and leave a veiled invitation on you machine


and you'll stop me, won't you
if you've heard this one before
the one where i surprise you

by showing up at your front door
saying 'let's not ask what's next,
or how, or why'

i am leaving in the morning
so let's not be shy


the door opens, the room winces
the housekeeper comes in without a warning
and i squint at the muscular motel lady

says 'hey good morning'
and she jumps, her keys jingle
and she leaves as quick as she came in

and i roll over and taste the pillow with my grin
well, the sheets are twisted and damp
and the heat is so great

and i swear i can feel the mattress
sinking underneath your weight
oh sleep is like a fever

and I'm glad when it ends
and the road flows like a river
and pulls me around every bend


and you'll stop me, won't you...


the heat is so great
it plays tricks with the eye
it turns road to water

and water to sky
and there's a crack in the concrete floor
and it starts at the sink

there's a bathroom in a gas station
and i've locked myself
in it to think


and you'll stop me, won't you...