highway 29

Lyrics

i slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven, i said "there's no smokin' in the store ma'am.", she crossed her legs and then, we made some small talk that's where it should have stopped, she slipped me her number, i put it in my pocket, my hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind, in that little roadhouse, on highway 29, it was a small town bank it was a mess, well i had a gun you know the rest, money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood, and she was cryin', her and me we headed south, on highway 29, in a little desert motel the air was hot and clean, i slept the sleep of the dead, i didn't dream, i woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink, we headed into the sierra madres 'cross the border line, the winter sun shot through the black trees, i told myself it was all something in her, but as we drove i knew it was something in me, something that'd been comin' for a long long time, and something that was here with me now, on highway 29, the road was filled with broken glass and gasoline, she wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream, the wind come silent through the windshield, all i could see was snow, sky and pines, i closed my eyes and i was runnin', i was runnin' then i was flyin'