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