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Silver moon shining down on Highway 29
Got 12 dollars in my pocket, headed for the state line
The exits all look the same as they pass by
Like the one where she got off and left me there to cry
I got a half-pint of whiskey, a quarter tank of gas
White lines in the mirror, they can’t hide the past
Ain’t got no place to go, but I gotta get a start
Only so far you can travel on a full moon and an empty heart
No vacancy signs flash into the dark
No space on her pillow, no place for me to park
She took our forever made it never overnight
Now I’m driving through the desert lookin’ for the morning light
I got a half-pint of whiskey, a quarter tank of gas
White lines in the mirror, they can’t hide the past
Ain’t got no place to go, but I gotta get a start
Only so far you can travel on a full moon and an empty heart
Whiskey from the bottle, a dime bag of weed
Three slices cold pizza, a coupla hits of speed
When you’re on the road alone, that’s all you really need
Every roadhouse bar sings out her song
Every filling station leaves me empty and alone
Every caller on talk radio I hear her voice
Every crossroad I pass reminds me of her choice
I taste her in the coffee in the all-night café
See her eyes in the headlights come the other way
Feel her warmth on the seat snuggled up to me
I roll down the window, I can hear her breathe
I got a half-pint of whiskey, a quarter tank of gas
White lines in the mirror, they can’t hide the past
Ain’t got no place to go, but I gotta get a start
Only so far you can travel on a full moon
Only so far you can travel on a full moon
Only so far you can travel on a full moon and an empty heart