rand mcnally

Death Cab For Cutie

A rand mcnally atlas, cheap coffee stained
Now I wouldn't know how to use one
With my life at stake
You were waiting on a pay phone
At a truck stop in houston
Trying to call your mother ?cause she's a worrier

A handful 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 roads into dawns
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
Their numbers ascending and
Searching through static on the Wyoming plains
We danced to both kinds of music
As the old joke claims

I wanted for nothing I couldn't rent
We lived on whiskey and twizzlers
And youth's discontent with this
Rand mcnally atlas dog-eared and frayed
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 roads into dawns
I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
Falling asleep in their arms

I won't let the light fade
I won't let the light fade
Chasing these roads into dawns

And I'm holding on, holding on