Lyrics

[Verse 1] I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven I said "There's no smoking 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 [Verse 2] 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 crying Her and me we headed south on Highway 29 [Verse 3] 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 across the borderline 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 had been coming for a long, long time And something that was here with me now on Highway 29 [Outro] The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline She wasn't saying nothing, it was just a dream The wind come silent through the windshield All I could see was snow and sky and pine I closed my eyes and I was running Yeah, I was running, then I was flying