Listen to the song:<\/p>\n
Spotify<\/a> Silver moon shining down on Highway 29 I got a half-pint of whiskey, a quarter tank of gas I got a half-pint of whiskey, a quarter tank of gas Whiskey from the bottle, a dime bag of weed Every roadhouse bar sings out her song I got a half-pint of whiskey, a quarter tank of gas Listen to the song: Spotify Other streaming platforms YouTube 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":462,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-482","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","post"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/482","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=482"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/482\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":650,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/482\/revisions\/650"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/462"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=482"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nOther streaming platforms<\/a>
\nYouTube<\/a><\/p>\n
\nGot 12 dollars in my pocket, headed for the state line
\nThe exits all look the same as they pass by
\nLike the one where she got off and left me there to cry<\/p>\n
\nWhite lines in the mirror, they can\u2019t hide the past
\nAin\u2019t got no place to go, but I gotta get a start
\nOnly so far you can travel on a full moon and an empty heart
\nNo vacancy signs flash into the dark
\nNo space on her pillow, no place for me to park
\nShe took our forever made it never overnight
\nNow I\u2019m driving through the desert lookin\u2019 for the morning light<\/p>\n
\nWhite lines in the mirror, they can\u2019t hide the past
\nAin\u2019t got no place to go, but I gotta get a start
\nOnly so far you can travel on a full moon and an empty heart<\/p>\n
\nThree slices cold pizza, a coupla hits of speed
\nWhen you\u2019re on the road alone, that\u2019s all you really need<\/p>\n
\nEvery filling station leaves me empty and alone
\nEvery caller on talk radio I hear her voice
\nEvery crossroad I pass reminds me of her choice
\nI taste her in the coffee in the all-night caf\u00e9
\nSee her eyes in the headlights come the other way
\nFeel her warmth on the seat snuggled up to me
\nI roll down the window, I can hear her breathe<\/p>\n
\nWhite lines in the mirror, they can\u2019t hide the past
\nAin\u2019t got no place to go, but I gotta get a start
\nOnly so far you can travel on a full moon
\nOnly so far you can travel on a full moon
\nOnly so far you can travel on a full moon and an empty heart<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"