The heat is so great it plays tricks with the eye
It turns the road to water and then from water to sky
And there's a crack in the concrete floor
And it starts at the sink there's a bathroom in a gas station
And i've locked myself in it to think
And back in the city the sun bakes the trash on the curb
The men are pissing in doorways and the rats run in herds
I've got a dream of your face that scares me awake
I put too much on my table and now i got too much a stake
And i might let you off easy yeah i might lead you on
I might wait for you to look for me and then i might be gone
Where i come from and where i'm going
And i'm lost in between i might go up to that phone booth
And leave a veiled invitation on you machine
And you'll stop me, won't you if you've heard this one before
The one where i surprise you by showing up at your front door
Saying 'let's not ask what's next,
Or how, or why' i am leaving in the morning so let's not be shy
The door opens, the room winces
The housekeeper comes in without a warning
And i squint at the muscular motel lady says 'hey good morning'
And she jumps, her keys jingle
And she leaves as quick as she came in
And i roll over and taste the pillow with my grin
Well, the sheets are twisted and tangled and the heat is so great
And i swear i can feel the mattress sinking underneath your weight
Oh sleep is like a fever and I'm glad when it ends
And the road flows like a river and pulls me around every bend
And you'll stop me, won't you...
The heat is so great it plays tricks with the eye
It turns road to water and water to sky
And there's a crack in the concrete floor
And it starts at the sink there's a bathroom in a gas station
And i've locked myself in it to think
And you'll stop me, won't you...