With a pocket of lucknI made it out to GreenvillenWhere I married that big American skynWhile all my cynical friendsnHave been camped out in the suburbsnI’ve been running aroundnLiving a ramblin’ man’s lifennFrom a bar stoolnI was shouting out bible versesnTo a ghost who’d been following me for awhilenAnd I couldn’t find the energy I needednTo make myself smilennThese headlights are just a pair of eyesnThat only open at nightnTo see the darker sidenAnd these dead end streetsnOnly lead to dead end thingsnMy heart’s drenched in gasolinenDon’t light a spark in mennI woke up to feel the dirtnI swear for a second I could feel a heartbeat in the earthnAnd the stars burned like cigarettesnAnd danced like ashes over my headnI couldn’t even say a wordnnFrom a parking lotnI was fighting with the shadowsnAnd trying to run away from my ownnNo matter how many songs I writenHe’s never going to leave me alonennThese headlights are just a pair of eyesnThat only open at nightnTo see the darker sidenAnd these dead end streetsnOnly lead to dead end thingsnMy heart’s drenched in gasolinenDon’t light a spark in me