Rand McNally atlas, cheap coffee stain
Now, I wouldn´t know how to use one with my life at stake
You were waiting on a payphone at a truck stop in Houston

Trying to call your mother, ´cause she´s a worrier
Hand full of twenties in your overcoat
Always rolled into a pillow on some stranger´s floor
And you tell these stories with happy endings
Only when interrupted before they´re over

But I won´t let the light fade
I won´t let the light fade
Chasing these glows into dawn
I won´t let the light fade
I won´t let the light fade
Falling asleep in their arms

It seemed these highways were never-ending
Circling odds and evens, the numbers ascending
Searching through static in the Wyoming plains

We danced to both times of music, as the old joke claims
And I wanted for nothing, I couldn´t rent
We lived on whiskey and Twizzlers, and youth´s discontent
With this Rand McNally atlas dogging in frame
Like Old Testament verses that don´t make sense in this decade

Don´t let the light fade
I won´t let the light fade
Chasing these glows into dawn
I won´t let the light fade
I won´t let the light fade
Falling asleep in their arms
But I won´t let the light fade
I won´t let the light fade
Chasing these glows into dawn

And I´m holding on
Holding on

I won´t let the light fade
I won´t let the light fade
I won´t let the light fade
I won´t let the light fade
I won´t let the light fade
I won´t let the light fade