Transcribed by:

Daniel Gold

I got a quarter tank of gasoline
I got a stomach full of regrets
I got some strange girl passed out in the passenger seat
She wouldn't give me nothing on a bed
You know she wouldn't even tell me her name
Or where she wants to go
That's alright, the best laid plans are always a lie
I've been a hitch-hiker too, yes, yes
You know I've been a hitch-hiker, too

My rearview mirror is cracked
My spare tire is flat
My jacket is stained oil brown
We still got 200 miles to the Florida state line
When we get there we'll just turn around
I've got a picture of my mother in my pocket
I'm doing 85 an hour real smooth
I've got some methadone in the glove compartment
I've got a prayer written on the bottom of my shoe, yes, yes
I got a prayer written on the bottom of my shoe

I've got ghosts all over my windshield
They're getting so thick I can barely see
I wonder what it is she's dreaming about
She looks like someone who used to mean a lot to me
Yes we used to flirt and kiss
We were sharper than a bottle of gin
That was a long time ago
Now there's a country song playing slow
On the radio and the static's cutting in, yes, yes
On the radio and the static's cutting in

I got a quarter tank of gasoline
I got a stomach full of regrets
I got some strange girl passed out in the passenger seat
She wouldn't give me nothing on a bed
Now she's starting to wake up
I was wondering if she was still alive
And the way she's smiling
She looks just like an orphan
And I think she wants to drive, yes, yes
I think she wants to drive

added:9/12/1999