I woke up with a start
on some dark southern highway
barreling through the

hot summer night
and through the black
our winding path

cut only by two headlights
and I can't tell if we're
running from or coming to

either way my love
we'll make it through


Rest your head let yourself sleep
don't give a thought
to worry or fear

I've got reason enough for the night
sight enough to see our way clear
and I can't tell if we're

running from or coming to
either way my love
the night is almost through