Last Gas for Eighty Miles

Lyrics

Needle's sitting just above the E
Sun is dropping down behind the ridge
Sign says last gas eighty miles
Pump is old and the card reader's dead
I count the cash in my jeans
Crumpled twenties and a roll of dimes
Attendant leans against the wall
Says, son, you'll make it if you ride the lines

It's the last gas for eighty miles
And I'm not turning back
Put the pedal to the desert
And leave the past on the track
It's the last gas for eighty miles
And I'm betting on the dawn
I've been running on empty so long
I forgot how to hold on

Dust is blowing over the blacktop
Heat is shimmering like a dream
Radio is picking up a preacher
Then it fades into a radio hiss
I got a photo on the dashboard
Of a girl who never wrote me back
But I got a full tank and a good road
And nothing left to lose or lack

It's the last gas for eighty miles
And I'm not turning back
Put the pedal to the desert
And leave the past on the track
It's the last gas for eighty miles
And I'm betting on the dawn
I've been running on empty so long
I forgot how to hold on

Every man runs out of road
Every engine finds its end
But tonight the stars are lining up
And I'm riding with the wind

Lights of a town on the horizon
Little diamond in the dark
I let out a breath I've held for years
And I turn up the radio's spark

It's the last gas for eighty miles
And I'm not turning back
Put the pedal to the desert
And leave the past on the track
It's the last gas for eighty miles
And I'm betting on the dawn
I've been running on empty so long
I forgot how to hold on

Eighty miles, eighty miles
And I'm rolling on