It's A Muggy Night In Houston

And All The Intersections Are Like Full Service Stations

I'm On My Way To A Familiar Place

It's Cold In Kansas City

And You Can No More Hear Me Than I Can See Your Face

How I Wish It Was Just You And Me



We Wouldn't Have To Talk Above The Crowd

We Wouldn't Have To Talk So Loud



I Give My Life And All I Am

But What I Have To Give

So I Hand You A Candid Photograph Of This Little Boy

'Cause I Have Nothing To My Name

But I Can Give You That



I Don't Miss The Driving

Seems Like Forever

And I'm Always Driving In My Mind

And Wearing Out The Road That Gets Me There



And I'm Driving Till My Eyes Just Can't See Straight

But I Suppose That It's Getting Late



I May Never Find The Sleep

I've Lost All Feeling In My Hands And

Feet May Touch The Ground But

My Mind's Somewhere North Of Here