Straight up western, chasing daylight
Routed through the central plains
I swear half of me was made for something wild
And half was made for something plain

Out with the vampires after the show
And it won't be long 'til I'm too old to go

When the room's too crowded
With the shouters at the bar
And it's all that I can do to walk you outside to the car
Psycho buzzing, when I triple check
The locks on all the doors
I feel you touch me like a soft voice in white noise

Beset by fast food in the mountains--
A ski resort without the snow
That string of outlet malls whipping by
Then a broadly defined chateau
And I feel like the opposite of New Year's Eve--
I'm not drunk at all or getting antsy to leave

When the room's too crowded
With the shouters at the bar
And it's all that I can do to walk you outside to the car
Psycho buzzing, when I triple check
The locks on all the doors
I feel you touch me like a soft voice in white noise