A Rand McNally atlas, cheap coffee stained Now, I wouldn't know how to use one with my life at stake You were waiting on a payphone at a truck stop in Houston Trying to call your mother 'cause she's a worrier Handful of twenties in your overcoat Always rolled into a pillow on some stranger's floor And you tell these stories with happy endings Only when interrupted before they're over But I won't let the light fade I won't let the light fade Chasing these roads into dawns I won't let the light fade I won't let the light fade Falling asleep in their arms ♪ It seemed these highways were never-ending Circling odds and evens, their numbers ascending Searching through static in the Wyoming plains We danced to both types of music, as the old joke claims And I wanted for nothing, I couldn't rent We lived on whiskey and Twizzlers and youth's discontent With this Rand McNally atlas dog-eared and frayed Like Old Testament verses that don't make sense in this decade Don't let the light fade I won't let the light fade Chasing these roads into dawns I won't let the light fade I won't let the light fade Falling asleep in their arms I won't let the light fade I won't let the light fade Chasing these roads into dawns And I'm holding on, holding on ♪ I won't let the light fade I won't let the light fade I won't let the light fade I won't let the light fade I won't let the light fade I won't let the light fade